I could settle in
to this comfortable place
wishing for the years
to consume me
blankly
Free
and bound by
all your words
cascading
digging trails
Peering inside
the dusty windows
empty bottles
and dried leaves
all but forgotten
I'm pulling you
up by your
hair
and fingertips
lingering prints
etched in my eyes
burning regret
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