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Sep 2016
i remember that three-word-lie
you used to tell me all the time
about how the sun
would rise
inside my eyes
and that your skin and bones were mine

and i still know a secret
or two
somewhere callused
into the deepest pockets
of my mind
but digging out
any remnants of you
will pile up the dirt
which will eventually
fill my grave
and snap my spine

i've scraped all the plaque
from my heart
and teeth
and placed it into a box
to keep
labeled "don't peek"
but if you do
i won't stay mad at you

there was a day
when we were walking through
the thickest rain
and our clothes grew so heavy
it was nearly impossible to keep them
from falling off of our drenched bodies
and i felt happier in that moment
than i ever wanted to

the thoughts of our yesterdays
choke me in my dreams
and all i want to do is sleep
under your bed
and collect dust
in my lungs
Arlo Disarray
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