It's nice to be back. I was seeing
things the first time we met, black
engine oil shadows bunched up
under your eyebrow cliffs, ledges
that I leapt from time and time again.
Mystery book of skin pages, it's
hard to read you in the dark, it's harder
since I'm out of stock.
I've been diving since I arrived.
Did you notice? We're no closer
to a beginning than when we started
this mess. Lets just keep it that way.
It's a story that can't be told enough.
A fire that keeps the coils warmed while
they close. Another set of brushed
teeth together, check between your sheets
after I leave, that's where you'll find me.
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