from p.1 on 4/3

The skin
soaked up neon,
the beautiful light
glazed my hands,

rippling on the
surface,

from those
smooth,
funky,
beats.


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having no plans
and awake to birds
chirping, I go back

to sleep in comfort
and peace.


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Empty.
Silence.
Sadness.

A car rushes by,

Faint breathing.

Muffled crying.

Empty.


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The things I cannot say:
I'd still be yours,

if you asked.