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mona lisa lipsof something fallingmona lisa lips
of something I could catch in my open palms of starlight imagine how it would feel in your hands against your skin
like cool shards of glass
like dipping your hands into a cool pool of water when it is actually a ghost that floats between your fingertips
would you run your phantom fingers along my cheekbones
and pretend they are flowers? would you run your feathery fingers along my eyelids
and pretend they are smiles
with lashes little mona lisa lips
beneath your fingers


Rejecting YouI keep rejecting you.Rejecting You
I always marvel at your
resilience at how you never stop. You make me wonder if I am worth anything at all.


old picturesI like those old pictures of youold pictures
crinkled around the edges white creases on green grass
little shoes with tiny laces your fingers like little match sticks extend from your hands
and toward the camera
reaching and grabbing for something that only you knew in that moment
I like touching your little face in those pictures remembering you as you were small and alive
bubbling with mirth
your hair falling down your back in waves
like a little rapunzel
your smile like a ray of the warmest sunshine
to ever hit my skin
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