350 degrees Fahrenheit
you walk away
and i feel the pull at my chest
like a string puppet
with red lips and red cheeks;
your sound of music.
you tell me you love me
but how can i hear through wall?
your beard still prickles my face
and your smell is still your smell,
can anyone ever be this?
if we were baking
what we use?
Orpheus -
if i fell in a forest
would a tree hear?
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