waiting in the wings at your whim. I tell myself I'd like to see you in my dreams. it's true and I do until I wake up.
cold toes and fingers for thoughts to pass through to the keys. some kind of power lingers.
pulse drawn every dawn to fight the disconnect into the next. there's always tomorrow forever. but maybe I'll find the rhythm with my feet someday soon. for now we ache into the rumbling traffic through the day. I think about bombs and greater evils to dwarf guilt felt for my own. wash away the blame for every breath that shapes the day. how much more would a mirror do?
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