include me in your getaway but exclude me from your fall from
grace my presence with your grace, walk out on me and settle down.
never overcame myself; usurp the silence couched in fear.
i knew you'd never stand to break my fall.
remember that night, you bit the thumbnail of the moon, your mouth eclipsing the only light.
the stars, like hardened protein crumbs, can't prove beneficial to my eyes when all i have is rods.
sleep headache.
sand in my eyes like crumbs in the sky.
slake my thirst like a vernal pool; kiss my lashes with the dew
of a cold and dismal morning in the fall.
every time i revisit it the changes mock my memory
and push me back face first in the frost.
sleep headache.
sand in my eyes like crumbs in the sky.
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