if you're free,
come sit in this dark with me.
we can waste away to an ink blot
a graphic function our atoms collect
a standard invitation that leaves you feeling parched and mute, yet somehow balanced.
i saw a piece of silence waning somewhere beyond the cityscape.
it looked like you and me, your hands fused around my waist.
when you leave me alone, i'm morbid.
and days play straight into chemical addiction.
where lines rob this face of youth and liquid accumulation melts agility.
she sits slurring words.
dark lidded eyes,
beautiful pug lipped features.
sweating out every pore of you,
a mixture of salt and desperation.
words your guild could never understand.
verses you keep locked inside of your clenched fists.
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