but we dont
we only hold each-others hearts backwards
know each-others skins
road map
skin graft
take this tumor off my hands
its malignant and reminds me of your soul
whole
never broken
sometimes soo warm it feels cold
like late night homes
hold me like last week
in between pages of poetry
like broken vocal chords never knew how to sing
teach my voice to phantom itself to sleep
to fasten new wings on each word
we stare back at each-other like we should know our names
but we dont
we have forgotten
everything but a face
and whats that worth we we're all going blind anyway...
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