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winter Aug 2020
for those of us whose arms bend backwards
I see you behind the mirror
And I know you die
The moment those headphones are in
winter Aug 2020
So
I get it out of you at last
And it occurs to me for the first time
You search for that magical type of love
You, who are unbroken
I tell you, you are it for me
winter Aug 2020
I dont want to start over
winter Aug 2020
How can we be when you don't let me near you
How can you wish i was near when i'm 10 minutes on foot away
How can you dream i'm on your doorstep and lock your door
winter Aug 2020
Once I'm on my own two feet
It'll start to make sense
I do not want to be provided for
Anymore
winter Aug 2020
The ascension and depletion of self-worth
When you lose the ability to write
Relatable poetry
winter Aug 2020
Time and time and time and
Time again
They guide you
And even they discover
That this isnt the answer
This isnt the answer
Every time
There is only one end
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