A poem to pass the bad times while I think about the good ones.
sequins in sequence
across the shoulder
of your dress
drive a madness sewn
deep beneath
soil of muddied desires
a loam of loss
lunges forth at last
grapples with the words
“i love you”
as we watch them dry
frozen
in time-soaked
cement
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