from a porch, forget sunday

hurried blood moving to my feet keeping me dangerous enough to forget to eat, legs bounce to rhythms i define, nothing coming in, everything circling inside, recycled emotions, sensations i know, uncomfortable stances, i wish i could stand still, next to you singing melodies of the future, i’m trapped in space swimming in the ether, of stained innocence when i trusted your sounds, feigned smiles, when i’d come around, i thought they were real, wanted, sunday’s were forgotten

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