you

I lost my creativity in the war with a stranger

Don’t even know where’s the lost and found

So I followed the map of your softest sound

Finding that I’ve always been in the background of your playground. Facedown in-front of love

Yowling in-front our empty grave Like a Victorian.

Holding a book where I put our story in.

Your heart, I’ll keep quarrying.

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