I let you carry on. I keep silent
time, all those blank days separating the minutes we could steal.
It was a difficult task, trying to comb
This bone deep chill,
galena deposits of steely gray. And then I touch
you happy through obedience, attempting to avoid each land mine
In my chest–dominates my drive.
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