even when youre not
i see you in the flowers
in the moon
and in the smeared ink on the side of my hand
i see you in the stars
and on my walls,
smiling,
asking me why im in such a hurry
i squeeze my eyes shut
and will you away
not today
not today
torturous being
dont taunt me
please
leave
or be here
please
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