The Backbone
Sky bruises at dawn.
From black to blue.
Sleeping less every night.
Beginning every morning with my eyes closing.
You never really understand my writings.
Good thing, because they're all about you
and our secrets...
But I continue to write without erasing.
Just my inconsistent replacing.
0f words and grammatical symbols.
To make this easier to comprehend for you.
I want someone like me,
but that's hard to find;
when you're this unique.
Glitter on my eyelids and ice-cubes in my mouth.
Sensation. Toy plastic bridges smoulder and never burn.
They melt.
Evidential.
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