left with nothing
but a name
same arms
blue eyed charms
I'll meet you in the progress
of sleep
in the back room
built before the tomb
claimed you and the family's desire
to breath
your name
but stars
you held
in solid
regards
(life is fine here/there was a lot of arguing)
cobalt
coal hands
cold houses and
rocks in the sand
a lot of waves befell the sweetened beach
now filled with the walking dead
sunbleached, damaged
before tomorrow with words
unspoken
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