you make me by Alistair Chong
this trembling withing leaves me awake
the numbness through the warmth it breaks
cold fingertips
and pale skin
are the signs showing of within
who am i when you're not here?
it's evident is it ever clear?
how did i feel before it ever happened
before feeling this way?
2.9.08
internal blood
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