i swear you miss
worming around in
the consumption of
your blinking eyes.
somewhere in the distance
windows into dead souls
escape the inconvenience
because it's not
for answers but
recognition and attention
what these thoughts are.
mocking intonations
opened a door
when you weren't around.
chopping anything in its path
i don't know what
kicking rocks into
tired and zoning silence
drip slowly away.
i felt cheated.
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