veins, tree branches,

sicken me.

they belong to a past

too many

have doubled down on.

pulmonology;

the study of working pairs.

the tree-hung red light

is there for emergencies,

not for comfort.

tell me your sky looks irrelevant.

cuz i believe in people again.

i mailed all your messages

to myself, but two are

perpetually unread.

draw me

from your blood stains.

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