will you look at me like you still think im lovely
when im tearing the love from your hands?
and cutting between the lengths of your fingers
as delicately as i can?
will the clocks stop when i stop saying your name
and your ghost gets out of my mirror?
are you lonely with only me to blame?
sad and boring, take my soul away.
am i abstract am i concrete
either way you dont want me in any world we could meet.
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