a muted cry

February 19, 2024

Emotions are hard to process if you haven't felt them before

But touching my cold hands and a gaze upon my flooded eyes

it will tell you what I've been through and more

I'm way past due

and my deadline is coming up soon

So hold me in your arms once more

but please don't put out your joint

on the coldness of my corps.

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