“Pictures of your smell
Run though my skin’s thoughts.
We’re separate and yet so close.
Abstract symbols are
What they reduce themselves
To. Painted flags signed
By leaders that once were one.
They’re separate and
Yet so close.
Mind is pitfalling through
Shadow’s smile.Chewing
On my conscience. They’ve
Ought to be mine. I’m separate
And yet so close.”
Jan 25, 2019
Jan 25, 2019 at 11:02 AM UTC
“Pictures of your smell
Run though my skin’s thoughts.
We’re separate and yet so close.
Abstract symbols are
What they reduce themselves
To. Painted flags signed
By leaders that once were one.
They’re separate and
Yet so close.
Mind is pitfalling through
Shadow’s smile.Chewing
On my conscience. They’ve
Ought to be mine. I’m separate
And yet so close.”
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