I never paid much attention to what the sun
would feel like- if you were captured away...

You can open them up now.
It's over, the fog that covered you...

I ponder to my mother loudly,
over the pulse of the steel blender...

I can barely watch you stand
without my heart aching...

Remembering with
unfamiliar eyes...

My hands are too cold to love,
too Siberian from becoming the...

I picked up the newspaper today,
not foreseeing anything about ink...

I will be the last one standing;
You didn't realize my mind was the...

Whenever your arms embrace me
(only in public), you'd bask in my...

Talking is hard.
These conversations that pop up like a new...

I.
piano keys are my...

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I want love...