tears fall from grieve
your eyes break knees
i hear your tune
the swallow of your spit
how you hid it
i hear you in the night
holding a grey pillow tight
your mind races of familiar faces
dark holds you here
where i found you at 25
the dive breaks in
your drive broke it
feeling pieces
a darkened soul became of me
fighting shadows
holding broken hands
i wrote you a poem
you couldn’t understand
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