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Montana II
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2021-06-23
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I'm so afraid.
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I'm afraid
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that I'm tying everything I am to you,
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and one day you'll leave me,
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and it'll rip me apart
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like a misplaced amniotic band
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rips apart a fetus.
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The birds sing bittersweet melody
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in their perches in the trees
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segregating every cabin.
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I close my eyes
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and I'm in the Town again,
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healing from Parthena's rage,
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wondering where Eris' godsend
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went,
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and you, despondent
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in your tiny house, self-tranquilized,
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hoping eventually I'll take a hint.
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Though these roses in the chill blush harder,
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a shred of human form!
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guided by defying the golden
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that tries
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to sear
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my eyes.
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But in this body I cannot fly,
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cannot breathe,
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cannot perceive
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with open eyes
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your presence at my side.
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Choking on cotton tree dust,
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splintered wood from dog freakout,
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campfire smoke,
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rotted grout.
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I don't know how long
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we can go on
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like this.
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Months without your kiss,
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weeks without your touch,
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eternities where I convince myself
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I've somehow lost your love.
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Oh, heaven above,
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if you have any mercy,
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send me an angel.
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***
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CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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