lips can't form the desperate words
and the pages are eaten
from webster's hands.
tragic is a pity until
you hate it most
and no one seems to know
chaotic hopelessness
but the porcelain lips eat
your bucket list and the pail.
the bear carries the pulse away
and you abandon his paw
and yet you find that you are I
and am clinging to the fur.
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