even of myself
I thought I knew me well
but my old fears to rebound
There are still sentiments of pink
where embarassment fills me brim
Salted pages marked by ink
A hidden influence of him
What is the meaning of this
strange dying amber coal
Odd still stay in my chest;
Will it reveal a hole?
Maybe I am just reacting
to chemicals inside
Stunned frozen no less annoying
All is well bar our past.
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