lights flare and colour
the compressions of mislaid understanding
they turn like
spring without flowers
and spin like
winter without snow
they vacate like faded
concrete and burn like
wasted, pressing aisles
they sway like promises
of heartbreak, and crumple
like sharp, reflected whispers
they move like
formless shadows and
imagine like closeness
to you
—i bend:
throbbing
dully
Feb 11, 2018
Feb 11, 2018 at 5:37 PM UTC
lights flare and colour
the compressions of mislaid understanding
they turn like
spring without flowers
and spin like
winter without snow
they vacate like faded
concrete and burn like
wasted, pressing aisles
they sway like promises
of heartbreak, and crumple
like sharp, reflected whispers
they move like
formless shadows and
imagine like closeness
to you
—i bend:
throbbing
dully
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