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(setting)

racing time

to money and access, the tears

meet meek

“cross my heart hope to die…”

another truth—

an unlinear life

random lines

build a body

catch a genius

just words to a fool

a rhythmless poem

to (me.an) I’m in love

with a man name thomas

as silently as the h,

as lightly as the second stanza

& just as real.

I flow

in the background

of a song. he beats

my ears soft

to yearn for a man

who bands his finger pretty

& binds his heart, ache.

to yern for a life

with no way to will it in..