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NaPoWrimo #19
Electric Blue I gave myself a haircut
You helped even out my
Edges, jagged and Electric
Blue down the drain, do
You recall how it stained?
We’d walk down the street
Without touching but mind
Melt, your pipe’s tobacco
Like a warm spiced cloud
I miss the feel of your wool
Coat though I know now
I’m allergic. Those days I
Erupted into rashes,
Snuggled my head down in
The very cause thinking it
Could be the cure, please
Comfort me, look at me
I can hold my liquor
Your back to me, coding
Things I use now to write
This. How do I stop this
Ache in my chest, you were
My best friend, and now
The cause of dreams where
I run
following your pipe’s tobacco
Like a warm spiced cloud
I can live like this, with your
Memory because this way
We’re always together.
