just remnants
cold and bruising
pale bones, delicate
stolen thoughts
hush, don't tell
empty pockets
fire escape fall
holes in my wings
holes in my wings
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THE SMALL HOURS
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January
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- a premature flight.
- panic. rinse. repeat.
- a chill.
- you've got nerve, but i'm preoccupied.
- my version of what could happen.
- a very short biography.
- your drugs found their way in.
- sap.
- three seconds before sleep.
- " i just don't think i'll ever get over you."
- exclamation points.
- careful, honey, lies are heavy.
- cold conversations.
- streetlights welcome me home.
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January
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