the ceiling light in my room is about to fall.
there's a shadow underneath it i can see from this angle;
it's crooked, slanted. it wasn't installed properly,
i think,
and the wires are loose.
it hurts my eyes to look at it, even if i squint,
it leaves red dots blue dots brighter than white
in this expanse of my mind and
you hurt in the darkness of my eyelids
were we not installed properly?
is this why i can see the hole in my ceiling
where our friendship once was? it's slipping
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p i
i p
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it's just empty now
& it's getting harder to see
i miss being able to see
see us for all we were
yes we were a mess but
it was still bright enough to see
i can't fix it you won't let me help
please don't slip and fall
( 11.21 )
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