my eyes blow steady wind,
i watch living lines bend.
if you listen close enough to silence
someone far away turning red
holding their breath.
they will tell you you're no good alone,
better find someone soon
like fingers cracking when they bow.
can you press your hands hard enough,
to stop the blood?
what won't you make it to?
like losing something,
like holes in every pocket,
is a mouth not praising.
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