Word falling
from my lips
like a loose
button...
onto
scenery,
lost somewhere
along the shore,
my red
coat busted
again,
purple wrinkles
pursed,
perverse
when something
goes amiss,
here...
here...
did you drop
this? ,
oh! yes!
stick a darning
needle through
that one, then
sew it back on,
can't quite say it,
but I'll at least
wear it,
for now...
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