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.38 ways to say i love you
Its blackness shone as a terribly familiar contrast & that gaping maw
matched the pit of your eyes perfectly
I always did love those storm cloud eyes
even when they didn't belong to you
the earth still spun as our children slept
flimsy doors & drywall illusions
tucked them in each night
better than I ever could
& the only gift I had left to give them
was survival.... because love
wasn't enough
I watched the ghosts flit in & out
of a .38 (caliber) hole above a rickety ceiling fan
each clack of the blades
becoming an incessant reminder
that no matter how many holes
the wind blows through
there isn't an easy way out
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