Sprig

Fresh, fresh when sleeping meant every other night
Falling asleep for the fifth time
Early in the morning
Awake in terror words staring back at him, never to be used
their hands on hold.
So quiet, they could hear eachother’s thinking, denying
Garner interest, eachother’s thinking, denying

Making of life, a forged painting
Life’s big magnet tug, tugging
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