enough. says enough,

enough. says enough,

my hands are too small

to hold your bruises anymore

 

brush the dark blue ink

across the wind of yesterdays sighs

so when oak trunks dance drunkly,

they cannot step into tomorrow’s joy

 

let them, if they howl across the rigid dark blue

knowing misery refuses to stand alone

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