underneath your skin
you are a strange breed
translucent in the sunlight
arteries pulsing with promises of love
unkept hair in the morning
already slicked with grease
of your fingers
of your lips
of your words
do you live on this planet?
or dwell in some separate earth
where everyone speaks formally
and dresses as they please
where it is natural for hopes and dreams and fears and heartaches
to murmur lightly from your chest
where each heartbeat does not thrum
but whispers:
I'm sorry
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