from bed, quick draw

i never saw it the same way

twisted, muted, the land of gray

it wasn’t as if i knew her name

while walking the lane

where soggy wallet spinsters play steel-faced, quickly turning away

it was my time to walk alone with gusty gutsy ‘i love you’ guarded tones flipping and flying from our demise, my mouth

i kept pushing the pace against street cars lined in parade positions

a child heart glistens with nothing left to give but dirty water flushing, asteroid signs

never respecting the unicorn kind that trounce around on casket clouds

while wearing a shroud of blisters and boils

you should have won

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