Lying down still
Light breathing
Lacerations on my
Wrist a hair binder
Quit your worrying
Quit your lectures
Longest day of the year
Sun's sticking around
For a ( ) while
Your hair
Isn't going anywhere
Neither are the shocks
Of skin and lead
That pump my body with dread
I deserve the floor
Flat, _level_ carpet
To leave me aching
Because the evening
That takes
Shallow breaths
Distorts the view of
You.
The night it rained,
I beg you to understand.
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