Underneath
my armor,
my artifice,
my micro bursts,
and alliteration
–I’m still me.
An endless, clouded afternoon. . .
Under your
ex–
your
tears–
your
years
and
reserve
–are you still you?
The sun that lit the day?
Underneath
my armor,
my artifice,
my micro bursts,
and alliteration
–I’m still me.
An endless, clouded afternoon. . .
Under your
ex–
your
tears–
your
years
and
reserve
–are you still you?
The sun that lit the day?
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