#NaPoWriMo Day 17
the people who want to be with you
will simply be with you
your hands will be tethered to theirs they will
know your breath
that distant hum at night
they will laugh at the way your curl your lips
just before waking
they will stand there
with you as your eyes give off the wet stench
of defeat
they will remain
when nothing else
does
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