lines fall
into place

down
upon your face

i kneel
in ink

pressure
to blink

to heal
higher

than
now-est

i am
ouch-est

in
breaking

on
skimming

lines
of waves

thinking
about breaking

always
breaking

always
breaking

tomorrow
as if

it
could be

as if
u could be

aren't
are you

fumbling
at this

*******
it up

to ink
it here

hear
it ink

god this stink
of life

wafting up
from her ***
pount

to carry
that possibility

always
ready

is more
than I

can knowingly
follow

scent
sent
down

i flake






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