Something sedated and yet

Seriously out of touch

Perhaps it was you

I’d been missing so much

Upon tired hands

Feigning as they expand

However awkwardly I planned

To do the next best thing

With you miles apart now

And still taken underwing

In another needle stick and miss

I’m impatient as you patiently persist

“Let’s draw another”, bitch

You draw blood like my mother

The jackals now how they’ve stopped howling to scream

Of infinite words and worlds unseen

Must we find ourselves again on the same team,

With thoughts in opposition flowing however viciously?

Agreed @ 1:57AM


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