Remove items from mind and sink in
to hammock it is sad/breathes you
in
and out of itself like it is alive
in that hurtplace, drink from the
cold glass bottle your heart
is a
great engine
pulling you into
Lovely
taunting
dreams of her,
sink in
to that time her beloved strings went missing
you dont play/you loved her/you
didn't have keys
but all she could do was fear you,
but still, she was all you could dream for yourself
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