You should sing those rhythms louder
now that you've stopped spinning
and come across
your perfect blue sky.
My cloudless location
was in the way she stood silent
and looked at everyone
but me.
You should paint those pictures brighter
in the event
someone has a point to prove.
it seems as if i need new hands;
mine have worn down
embarrassing her with hollow touches.
You should find her
and give her my apologies;
she may accept them
from another face.

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