when it falls away,
can you curl your finger around it all,
paddle through the waves of an empty mind, is there such?
being in love by accident, a tragedy on purpose,
spineless, fragments of dying words,
if you find yourself still, thinking of the taste and
licking memories from the palm of your pale hand, call me,
send a kiss in wind's breeze
I’m sure to feel it, though numb,
I’m sure, for you, I will
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