Soft on the Edges
Smile, warm dark seasons
I haven’t even begun to reason — what
it is you do to twist my brain
All the frays that have strained stop
Smooth, over and — quick
In the corner of my eye I see, look
My tongue numbed
Stare, seven words float over
The tops of my shoes — tapping
Soft on the edges of my skin
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