"The soft curls between your fingers
are somewhat familiar.
I worked so hard
to shed this skin
that you,
of course,
misplaced.
That blanket
over YOUR sun,
was lacking.
Comfort.
And my days
couldn't measure the salt
doused on that
[already been chewed]
heart.
Maybe now
you've realized
half eaten truths
don't have to be.
So bitter."
Said irony to wishful thinking...














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thank you for dinner, btw
--
Buddy Epsom Salts
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