More writing…

Back and forth

between vibrating fingers

and biting my lips

I black out the words

because I’ve lost what to say

and i pull the little strings

from my shirt and

watch them dance in the wind

when i let them go

like blades of grass

in a field I’ll never visit

or ever even see in my dreams

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