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i have forgotten the lines of your face

  • Weasel
  • Mar 28, 2017
  • 1 min read

how far they stretched

when you smiled—

how invisible they became

when the sun hit you

just right

the broken teeth we suffered

now nothing more

than a deleted chapter—

manuscript all burnt out

words decayed

bones dissolved

my hand still reaches for you

when the moon is darker

than the sun on a bad day

but i only find the small indention

you left on our bed

you collected half-moons

hanging in the chests of dull boys

when the hearts grew smaller

you lost yourself

never realizing that a heart

never grows full—

that the world

runs on

empty

 
 
 

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