tie me up with tender strings of every warm gesture we shared,
it was a charade, a gas, at my face, choked out in the storm,
look towards that light glowing outward from your day-glo eyes
my face is shamed in your light, cannot close in on myself,
close my eye, get those staples quick, the sutures failed.
and we have lost another few hours, on my
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