been days baby
uneven days
since we watched
grass grow picked
ourselves up out of
it. our bellies grow
friend on our fleeting
bodies, a place we call
home knee deep in
the blood of us. i miss
our kisses, our pain
the dishonor of suicide
escapes my midnights
but i weep to call you
to me instead, daffodil
whiskey wishes on dandelion
tufts you taught me
so much. who i thought i was
girl kiss him silent
tonight. then, in the morning
forget your regrets as
i do.
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