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I can feel you slipping away: a possum hissing and scratching, eyes red with rage/ a raccoon caught amidst the night eyes reflecting my own fright
I can feel you slipping away: the sand within my palms soaking into my skin, I become sandpaper the erosion to your bane/ the dusting of dirt a subtle tan caught within sprouts of life, she the crusting of Gia
I can feel you: blades of jade and the embers against black tar your skin an excruciating reminder of what I once held/ cotton sheets, breezes against raging night and silk encasing, soft caresses a sweet reminder.
One day, there will be a day, and that day is near. you will be long gone, a shadow and a memory, a tainted mark emblazoned with the markings of my love.
