cannot call you
out on it
nor embrace your handshake
to touch
that which is weary not bare
face paints a realism
a shield to hold up as I
fly into battle
dawned in broken fists
you're lovely
but your still locked time
age well
bring it to your skin
find each unlocked door
maybe someone will
open up
let you in
not forward
nor alluding to your truth
just a solo fractured
pilot
thus it's blue inside you
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