reasons we never should have done this in the first placeMature

that look in your eye when you catch me gracelessly
absorbing the deflected blows

the sadness that crowds me in the early morning and
wears down the layers of bones
protecting my heart

those traitorous footprints that lead me to the guilty places
you’d rather keep to yourself, and the way that no matter
how many times you burn them down
I always find them

The End

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