blue with pain
reading letters
off of passing cars
symbolic tears
dryspell eyelid
please stop talking
i can't stand it
you told me never
that's why my
hands hurt from
stopping traffic
carry on with neon lights
pouring from your eyes
with strobes for your
blinking, stopping hearts
i believed in you once
like a possibility of future
marking it's territory
on my scene
stop making sounds
when you talk
it sounds like car alarm clocks
shouting at the top of their robotic lungs
periodically check my pulse
to make sure i can still
feel
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