I saw you
with blunt eyes
what seems tiny to my eyes,
spreading your upset.
I often senile
to the priority
you lose heart
after chewing bitterness
I was fettered
by your cold
slumped in the corner of the eyes
extinct in the grander,
lost in silence.
your cold has axed,
my selfish shield.
I failed
because all of my anxiety
are the tombstones on your lips.
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