typing from behind the eyes

raw whisper in the machine day
delirious diamond
and temporary love
the skin shows no mercy
and words refuse to touch

washed up
and
worn down
torn
like dry flypaper
refusing to
release
we run from
a symphony of shadows

staring out the window
into another
stray dog night
sleep doesn’t come easy
and
dreams always
remember
even when we
choose
to forget

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