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Posted to Action Poetry

risen from the gravel
your soft palate
calls my name
i’m holding out my arms
to you
but you’re running
the opposite way
i know my decisions
rubbed you
and caused an infection
but you’d tainted me
with hopefulness
and melted me
like snow
and puddled here
in front of you
my eyes like helpless ice
i’ve realized what
you’re missing
and that i took it
without right