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1:43am- beaten and barely lucid

a mo(u)rning of silence provokes the lamentation of formerly made kinships,

craving the simplicity of a human reflection

rather than the hypnosis of wallpaper that feels like an extension of character.

organising dates with answering machines;

misty eyes pour grievances into caffeinated fool's gold.

routinely skimming contracts, a fine print squinting

perusing across greyscale superficialities

scoping for a long shot pledge of technicolour.

laughing like old friends and honeymooning like new lovers

i spoon feed you vows baked in fondant

washed down with a sickly aftertaste of efforts that aren't reciprocated or emulated.

hearts are placed strategically on a biased scale;

I number the beats between every pause in conversation-

it duets with my palpitations.

the feelings you feel so freely will soon gain expense,

racking up a costly sum of lost time.

it takes a diminuendo of metronomic heel clicks

for you to realise you'll miss it once it's gone.