I hear your crying,
raining drops on my mind.
Surprisingly,
when I walk out this time,
laughing at you stuck above
it feels like love...
My mouth moves,
without meaning
so I hurt you;
I couldn't mean it.
Your palms carved out a space,
just for my cold hand.
My big scarf,
when words shift like sand.
My tongue wants to offer a dove
because it feels like love...
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