and i do not think i'll ever be

              you are broken eye smile fade to
              remember the time
                                    i didn't want to
sometimes, you said,
                       sometimes, i need this and
sometimes i cry
sometimes i fall
sometimes i live and
                       sometimes, i crawl to your water 
                     forced dry lips
                   suffer wilting earth, shattered, 
                 death in numbers, said 'death in lies'

refusal of simplicity 
bemused, this soft breathing plastic 
it lived in your shelter
fold, delicate fold in time ripped wide
and now lost, lust glow, bright from 
the other side of everything you can be

       these are precious days, gentle lips, begin aching heart 

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