remnants
tender_square
to
imagine
the
swirl
of
your
shed
hair
caught
by
the
static
of
these
electric
sheets
.
to
picture
a
fallen
lash
smiling
on
your
cheek,
turn
my
fingerprint
into
a
magnet
lifting
the
stray
to
your
lips
.
blow
a
wish
.
stitch
your
scent
to
my
skin
.
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what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from