I want you to hear me, but My words are muffled by bloody lips from hits from your blue-ridden hips.
I reach out to you as far as my arm will take me
which we both know is never far enough
this is where i want to go.
as I point to the circles on the map
mistaken trips
i try to keep from your
mistake-ridden wrists.
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