Marshall

exhale,

quickly, silently,

before the sound comes again,

like a wave

stronger than

you were expecting

stop,

together, alone,

before you

spill the words,

lines and breaks,

you may not

now or ever mean

look,

up, through,

before the eyes,

tinted and cleansed,

mistake what’s around

for beauty,

and what’s behind

for mistake;

as if your fingers,

boned and strong,

won’t be able to

hold

Me.

hold

Me.

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