we collide without a crash to blend | 1 |
into particles green like grass | 2 |
and us still learning just how far | 3 |
to push before blades bruise dark | 4 |
blue like the hurt in you as orange rust | 5 |
and memories rush hard in after walls | 6 |
are let down soft and trusting only slightly | 7 |
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in skin that lay nervous after frantic friction | 8 |
ground brilliant raw against black night | 9 |
enveloping me in that moment better forgotten | 10 |
and pulling back in to something that would require | 11 |
more than just drugs to be rid of the oily air that | 12 |
fills the space left when movement occurred. | 13 |