I have so many words
In the front of my mind
In a font that can be engraved
To nothing but ill intent
What could I ever have expected
From something unreciprocated
Suspended disbelief
In a quiet calm of all-knowing eyes
Knives and knuckles
Burst and blunted
Film and friendships
Exposed and expired
I have these words
In the front of my mind
There in the afternoon
Forgotten by midnight
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