i just feel like
him and i were
Siamese twins
and he kept on
chiseling the part
that connects us
and i'd ask
wait what are you doing
and he'd reply
i had an itch
one day we split
and he walked away
i bled
he cried
i was still
and he moved
distance grew
as he walked away
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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