i have my fear abatement thing
i wish i had you
what did i miss
these red marks
i can't shut them off
i'm clenching
these beautiful hands
and i am back

look at this projection
onto my reading glasses
from afar
in sulfurous blue

snapping
years onto sandwiches
3 S's of horseradish sauce
slapped together tasty life

confused by this path
please
as if
it was

picture wave
pushing into
nevermore



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