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i love you (frantically)
frail bird bones beneath your ribs
your hands are warm
but where is it
my head no longer on your chest
your hands are cold
mint encased / nicotine breath
my frozen heart still beats quick
the train is coming
where has the whiskey gone
the train is coming
your hands are warm
i can see my breath
the street is quiet
i am alone
your hands are warm
but where is it
my head no longer on your chest
your hands are cold
mint encased / nicotine breath
my frozen heart still beats quick
the train is coming
where has the whiskey gone
the train is coming
your hands are warm
i can see my breath
the street is quiet
i am alone
Published 15th Jul 2017
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15th Jul 2017 6:18pm
incredible word choices. tightly written to add to that feeling of being alone. amazing
24th Jul 2017 8:56am
