windowsill, in the darkest kisses
or the underwater,
and the heart is the hardest part
to wax and freeze when it trickles down
through sobriety's fat fingertips.
so i wonder why we rise and fall
at all, to catch up to the last soul
who laughs at our sizzling fate -
there's no need to seek comfort from
the trembling sea when the only
one trembling is me.
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