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hair in my face

couldn’t keep me quiet

limits you had listed

couldn’t keep me in the lines

there were times when

i would bite my lip

just to see if you’d notice

turn around enough degrees

there were times when

a blink was amplified

to the summit of a mountain

maybe it was morse code

(or something)

there were days when

hair in my face was for

foolish impressions instead of

a whip from biting breezes,

instead of i need something

to do with my hands

now that i can’t lose

my fingers in your hair

there are days where all i do

is play with the edge of my shirt

now loved and frayed

like we could have been

how many days will it take

before i stop looking for you