whispered sharp staircase under the slant, a slanting doesn’t stop see saws
back and glancing you hear little snippets tune out shies. you shy to write
so slow and halting you go blank, left blank and strip down to the moment
you want to be held in a scribble but not just anyone’s. powder blue
wearing sweater in a powder blue room. spaced out like that surprised
what shows on your face when you see me
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