I have a certain species of discussion I cut into the mouth edges of my reasoning.
Internal dialogue and sequential thought.
She is being swept by my forgetfulness but I don't think I can remember.
whether or not
we are still linked
or pulled apart.
If there's a way to shoot down nicotine withdrawal and kick fleeting vision in the face.
till I can poke its teeth through its cheek and smile dumbly at its gain.
I'll chance the will of indecision and remain a rope in the bind.
You, a knot in my head.
My sore an open throat; voice dead from songs
I think well of this statement
I gather no one will hear me.
I think she'd rather leave.
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