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Published: 2014-07-24 20:03:23 +0000 UTC; Views: 63; Favourites: 2; Downloads: 0
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when we met, the trainwas cold metal
and sheets of night
across my vision
a stranger frozen in glass
not smiling
hands in lap
empty spaces, cells
blown open
on my back and floating
through your ceiling
i haunted your pipes
for months
waiting for you
to pull me back
or tell me
what to feel
air and ice
bus noises and faces
turned away
walking hours to catch frostbite
to sing my nerves to sleep
or burst apart
to peel back saran wrap
and touch skin
.
springs pours down, brings
the smell of dead leaves
and new green
i delete your messages
without reading
