An Abhorrence of Dishevelment

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An Abhorrence of Dishevelment

with feet dug halfway in the

mud,

i proclaimed a love.

dirt and water pooled together,

an oddness of contrasts.

in the street

was where i found you.

found the peace

in whispered words.

eyes like bone

an a heart of liquid iron,

the idea of dishevelment was another

abhorrence

on a shopping list you carried.

the light was beautiful

on sharp shoulder blades

as you retreated from the idea

of

us.

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