seaming

By: shelbi henny

Sipping air polluted 
In your scent 
Finding stories that seem 
As déjà vu hit
Foolish for me to
fall for sequence
But twist in differences
Holding a flag
Relating to future dreams
That seem impossible to reach
And crying seems like torture
When kisses turn to remedies
How can I fault you
When I realize that the issue
is pushing things away
Defense mechanism
To the sun
When I hide my heart in
The shade
The matter forcing grounds 
Walked by traitory
Learning me is loving me
When in reality there is
Never enough time
For either of these things
The reward is understanding

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