are fingers really tied
together
with red string?
and would you really listen
if i
tried to speak?
coughing up promises
i can never keep.
focusing on blue irises
that always weep.
not for me
and not for you
but for the scars
between us
Mar 23, 2021
Mar 23, 2021 at 6:12 PM UTC
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