at the expense of a spark
do i leave the dark
abandoned?
i somehow landed
in a mud puddle the size of your lies
so tell me
how wet am i
love is simple
this is the reason
the insidious nature of a million moments
is a fist fight taking place in my core
asking me 'what for'
my clothes stained, dirty
you can't tell
but i know.
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