Glaciers melting

Cinammon lips

closing of the doors

I cannot stand

you’re gone


Teaspoons of ill-formed questions

how many would poison us

Or is this just a simple lie?

no more tries would there ever be.


Should you ask me how I am

a box of false pretences

And is that all?

master, s’pose so, indeed.

 

 

 

 

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