unconspicuous; find my fingers in the cracks around your mouth invaded by relentless wet tongue. I am relentless.
this is no time to mince ourselves; the prettier way to put things is gone now and we're slipping together down rain slick stairs and deciding, the saturated sky is heavy and deciding the sum of us.
I say us because I believe it. weigh my soul, it is a collection. collect me. I keep going in the wet weather for a better way to put it.
maybe it - the tripartite time of today, yesterday, tomorrow - red or green.
I don't the sky has colourblind eyes but the birds don't care.
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