Let me work my way under your skin
to make amends with the bones I've picked.
I licked the blood off my hands and kissed
my window so the moon shone through red.
A comforting glow in a familiar place.
Much like your voice and your face.
I can taste the way you left on the air and
I can't decide if I care.
Washed it down with a glass of old water.
Reminds me of a trip to the river.
I almost drowned and the last thought on my mind
before I was okay with it was that I was glad to
finally be found.
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