"this is not okay"
the deep, metal grind of a long, untethered fall
re-possessed feelings, uncompressed or unfelt
uncut grass falls slowly overhead
dying clouds settle calmly in
this is not okay, no, but it's here
and i cannot walk away from me
my spine is crushingly heavy, my head is achingly full
i was wrong
i would not cry
i taste salt
but i would not cry
this is not okay
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