You, funny you
the boy beneath
still dreaming:
grief has branded
bones, blank nights
rooms echo.
Al the ladies
love you;
you weave
between them
spinning smiles
shedding skin.
You flicker
from afar
but I am tied
to storms
lost in moonlight
stretching for

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