stole your lonely.
memorized the time the sun sat
like it had never sat before
the same way it sat, every day.
your time naked
staring nowhere
cloning wrong thoughts,
in all the right places
you sold my voice
forgot the only time
the moon fell behind the mountainside
the same place it slid every night.
nobody ever told you
that you'd have to remember
so that we could know too,
because the most important way
you can make somebody feel
is ever
at all.
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