you crept in like a storm from the south;
warm and violent and flushed,
unexpected and eager to make your mark.
i rubber-necked at your complexion.
tried to make sense of myself in your freckles.
in a rush to make things different,
you threw your words like bullets,
looking to hit just about anything.
you nicked my mind,
grazed my soul,
left a symptom,
similar to a soldier's,
there in the folds of cranium.
embedded like a bad infection.
i can't seem to keep you off my mind.
similar to a soldier's,
there in the folds of cranium.
embedded like a bad infection.
i can't seem to keep you off my mind.
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