i could speak;
so many reasons, feelings
i could exhale a well thought out algorithm of intricate explanations
but for the world's sake
i'll be content to sigh
to avoid your (god damn) eyes
ignore and forget
to completely dissipate and simultaneously atomize you, too.
the only dream i can remember
from the spiraling, confusing wirlwind of overslept-vacation-dreams
is of laying on top of you
stroking the kosher hair at the nape of your neck.
i wonder, if it still lays untouched?
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