inside me
they have already left
via the ducts
in my eyes
the ones that make tears.
i'm no longer afraid
of what words you will say
because i'm growing thicker skin.
i'm just watching
and waiting
and changing for me.
i'll not read too much into
anything, but under think everything
because it makes life easier
when you go into the rabbit hole
instead of trying to coax him out
and theres an orange-ness in the sky
that symbolizes the times i've lied
about who i am
and slowly its fading
lets lay down
here in this grass
and wait for words to come again.
in this abstract
train of
mind.
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