Do you really want to send moeyz a message saying you like their work?
and all the rest
of you, disheveled
wind in your hair
greying, your eyes
blue to my blue
I miss your skin
tan against my freckles
then whiter than
all the clouds
where birds fly
I miss your ears
deafened by music and
smoking and genetics
you listening to me
you asking the time
I miss your scars
your wrinkles
your hands your feet
forever this lasts
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