Your lips have the taste of tin
Chill and equally unyielding
I slip through the rift
In your embrace sinking
Into metaphoric winter
Is your heart really so bereft?
Do I no longer have a place there?
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Our photographs age prematurely
Last year suddenly unrecognizable
Distant, time erects walls between
While our inertia gives way to petrification
Perhaps we are the walls that fear concedes?
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Voices intermittent and fragile
Like a transistor radio, we now
Communicate on a visceral
Level speaking through the bowels
Fueled purely by a survival of the
Fittest mentality, more reflexive
Than reflective in our agitation
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I regard you now with a rising
Suspicion the kind that soils hearts
With preemptive misdeeds, you
Have guilty hands the kind that
Betrayal breeds and that cowardice
Assuages with pitiable excuses of
Drunkenness. How easily you
Replace, how stubbornly I hold on,
Hostage in the aftermath
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