dark hair curling on a
fontanel
buttered up to
your brand new
32 inch grin
and she said you're
not part of my
life
figment of the fantasy
I live in
two feet that should be
grounded
lofting in the condensed
white
it broke glass windows in
my house
because it was never about
you or me
it was always about her
2.5 years away
slowly letting go of a string
that i'll forever
be tethered to.
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