I join you, though I am not you

TheFeatheredSleep – Gone – Something remains

TheFeatheredSleep

Your smell stayed like a red hand print

Trying to grow in spaces that do not fit

I join you, though I am not you

Lingering in the periphery

Feeling a hard pain in the bones of my chest

Knocking like persistent woodpecker

a wick of red against gray

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