i look up to the stain in the floor boards where you kept your friends under toe,
you want me here but i cant fall through your hair,
eat at the window, covered in leeches,
a loom filled with mirrors,
same day seasonal, somehow its reasonable,
to come find your feather again, bitter strikes the window frame,
blue whiskey reason, talking straight at the thought of you,
but i float past your hero, a tramp like a telephone pole,
breakwater wisdom, stainless gaze, broken by the life you once knew,
and when the shutters draw you in, but the light make her drown you,
you're the reason she learned to fall.
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