Thursday, February 15, 2024

when your face is brokered by shadow, you disappear.

maybe i no longer know who you are. 
this feeling is tranquil
like lower case letters
on a birth certificate. 

i thought i wanted to know you
until i had lost breath. 
But here i am.
And there you are. 

there's something that feels petty 
in all this pleasure. 

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