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What's two far?
and all i smell is a smoking gun
a burning match
as you light the other one
it feels so wrong
to watch this undoing
when you were such a part of me
don't stay apart from me too long
my head can't think
my words at the base of my neck
and there are cannonballs that makeup the rainfall
I love the imagery of your
I love the imagery of your last line! I don't wish the emotions upon you that may have drawn it out, but I cannot help but praise you for voicing your struggle in such a way.