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I waited at the door of

every lie I ever told you

Sometimes, we bleed like

the stars

very infinite

and coarse.



my love.



it was never the magic trick that

your eyes fooled it to be

when I spoke it was the wind who

crept into you

fell down into the water, where

we carved our names inside our dreams



we should have kissed.



or wept.



or tried.



I just don't know,

what the day brings anymore

I look up



shake my two heads

get the news of you and

pretend I feel nothing