we come to rest,
raising destruction,
sleeve rolling down,
an injection of
discreet distance.
Discarding the syringe,
we stay on the photo,
questioning what time it was
you last saw silence.
Join me in observing
cold shoulders
covering up dear memory.
Compress the emotional,
a trophy of disbelief.
Another girl among the
quiet concern,
streaming the sedative
taking effect.
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