It’s as if my emotions have blurred
Into the lines, you’ve touched
By your untitled waters
Every stain on my tongue
Now consumes freckles of nothingness
Spends the nights awake, talking to the void
About the deadly wounds, I crown in my mouth
A grey red color overlays the shaft of time
Wrongfully gifting it to the chosen insets
Where I belong and you do not belong to
A crusade for a loss too heavy it drowns itself
I am such a branch, that sometimes
I let myself down
And, I might be growing wrong
Into these green grasses that hold teeth
Windows of yellow that open then now buttoned
These backs and fronts have unloaded me
Oh! Precious one, aren’t you blue enough?
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