even when i noticed the road
all I saw was the entrance
at the morgue, and how
it went in circles. you were
the only one to say i was
going nowhere.
and even with your color
red, passionate as you
could make it seem, you said
i was yours too -
but in a single word,
i felt no expression,
no expression.

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a/n: sometimes its so easy to write about more than one person