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the one about people not here anymore

analyzing the metadata of your body:
still life renditions of the photos we didn’t get a chance to take.

like sitting here at the edge of the canyon by myself
mentally photoshopping you next to me.
a soft, silent wind against my neck-
pretending it’s your lips, your tongue.

analyzing the metadata of our past:

you didn’t mean to leave me, but you did mean to leave.
those walls still tremble when the wrong hands touch their floors.

i bet somebody came, painted over the bloodstains.

by Aspire2
posted on 01/07/2019

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