paling skies brush me

eyes crush me

his fingers

his lingers rush me

i skin away

crust over

mouth dries and mind

forget me

drift you now

stumble off down the

path I laid

I made for you

forget forget me

shift you now

mumble your words

so no one can

speak them

so no one

and nothing

become me

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