each so deliberate
counting
sheepish
it's no secret
you can see just how sleepless
unjust how out of touch
you could never understand
just how out of hand
teeth stains, work all day, memory decay
you were always out of tune and i felt like some unsung hero until the deepness of this broke our ear drums
emotional bells and whistles
none of this matters now, but the pool of tears i stand in only grows larger with the shallowness of all our conversations
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