my threads got tattered cuffs
i'm arrested in my motion
my voice got a cynical
growl
my clothes laundered
colorless
like the ocean
my angles rounded out
my deeps now shallow
what was wet is now dry
my blues tepid
against the blues
of sky
and you
you
my love
why you won't
i will never understand
you
why you won't stop
i will never
you my love
loving me
me
god
i thank you
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