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graham crackers crumble
and s'mores beg for seconds
but my heart can only shatter
and it's not beat in days.

i'm not alive without your sun
i cannot die without your touch
but still we stand, apart.

what do you mean to teach tonight?
your silence holds such terrors!
but you won't hold me tight
so how will i survive?

my spine is crooked but whose crook
caught and dragged me back to this spot?
i am a crook for stealing what i can't possess.

go to sleep, my little one --
our little life encapsulated in your eyes.
your gaze waters my horses.
and we gallop far far away.


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