these bloated veins have climbed hillsides and airlines looking for a limb to reside

this eager scheme has turned, lathered up your bottled smile, but the notice passes the tether by.

in storms the coils do fail and i will paw for air

you buckle and stir my brittle hand

(oh this empty glance of you! folds only to consume)

how they fray away, these ribbons of you.

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