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the anxious sport chipped grins and herringbone fingernails,

gravely taken by their jaded ills.

green has never been complimentary to a sallow complexion;

washed out and away like bottled ships,

lassoed by the current of wreckage isolation.

the coastal coves of your mind are an endangered species,

loss finds itself carding through webbed digits like grains of sand

to pruned fingers- it's an unfathomable probability.

airtight thoughts are boxed away in a shipment that's square assumed,

the prospect of losing the bid to my mind's deed is intolerable

because the most interesting part of you was always me.

annotations are a vandal to my first printing,

coffee spills celebrate engagement to typewriter accumulation.

you can mimic calligraphic linework all you want,

but it won't make the way with words rub off on you too.