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Aug 2018
a needle that transliterates an eye,
recording trust with an LP of your soul;
a walkman that makes loyalty portable
for when you hear shadows in your head

body heat that can be thrown like a fastball
at someone who has crossed an imaginary line;
a glass doppelganger that visits me in my sleep,
and breaks so that i can wake up to your hurt

because you wouldn't tell me in words


a viewfinder for goodbyes,

so that i can see the way emptiness
comes over you when you walk away.
stylesclash
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stylesclash  28/M/USA
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