heatbroken
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what's left to say in those whispering tones?
got gasoline in my brain
and ink on my bones.
what's left to recall me; but the walls of my cell?
they say it will heal.
but i think that was hell.
We used to know each other better than anyone else.
Know what the other was feeling just by the quirk of an eyebrow
Or the twitch of a lip.
But that was years ago.
Too far back to really remember.
