I cannot grudge you for these
minutes of complete riot.
of when I am to hold guilty,
I'll tell myself in pale disquiet.
After brushing anxiety off
those words that aren't a must,
of how all the layers that settle
get to be nicknamed dust.
In tune of all the other days
when I'd wish to captain ships
and you harbored bitterness
anchored into your sanguine lips...
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