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What are you waiting for?
The subtle drip down the needle.
The eternal dregs at the bottom.
That dry snort, catching and seizing all gasps.
Books burning on the shelves.
Clear, warm, and green.
Wet grass on my cheap shoes.
My voice wouldn't carry.
The glass wouldn't break.
The moment wouldn't stop.
She wouldn't turn.
A purgatory of accidental brushes,
anecdotes and closed doors,
whispers
smirks
glossy lips, and caramel skin.
Hard to miss you
if you never go away.
