Allowed To Miss
being (having been) drained into a different shape,
purged of files and fluids,
the vampire reflex trips.
there is thirst like a dry river bed.
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i have evaporated where i was once sweat on your burning skin and then condensed into this fog i have been lost in.
i have threaded perfect minutes through the eyes of several pictures in my mind to keep you in a couple of hours.
Copyright © Jerry Bush | Year Posted 2017
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