you cling / to your post
like glue,
like me.
part
of the way we were / remains,
perfect,
in a shape
like a thought bubble / above
your head, beckoning love.
it
was one of those things
that stay / with you / everywhere
you
go, forever, /
and
every time you let go / it clings
a little tighter /
to your skin, ripping
off
the little hairs, braising hearts / and crossing lines...
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