you're not well, girl
he said
she stared at him shaking her head.
Shh...
normal is what your thermometer read.
you're a shell, girl
he said
she picked the rose, cold and dead.
Nevermind,
It's a path you can't tread.
but you're swell, girl
he said
she laughed a little, the fire is fed.
You talk too much...come to bed.
you're a well, girl
he tried
bottomless pit and vacant eyes,
falling down fast, what do you find?
she smirked
Blackness and size.
He sighs.
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