
what you at my gentle spoken friend
i lack a frame to put you in
when you’re an ocean and a rock away
i feel you in the pocket of my overcoat
my fingers wrap around your words
they take the shape of games we play
i feed your words through my buttonholes
pin them to my fingerless gloves
green and prone to fraying
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