it’s like the pressure wants to react
when it gets too much
to just be slack
i remember when things worked without words
and you couldn’t tell where our limbs let go
when the sunset made you bleed
the way the colors collided
over our bed
and onto your skin
there was something there
even if you can pretend there wasn’t
i have seen time travel
to places it never came back from
you said you might be around later
but what does that even mean

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