Beyond the deep blue back of my hand,
What can we withstand in a forsaken bubble of annoyance?
Through and through and down and out.
An erratic shout about time and the mimes that circle the hours.
What the heart devours behind the skin it pleases.
A chocolate kiss of pain,
Nothing to sustain the prick of a fingernail untouched.
We had'nt much.
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