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on, it was like a trip.
through neon clouds
and flashing,
throbbing light spots,
i hallucinated.
i hallucinated you,
and for you.
i longed for the shadow
who would have held the gun,
too;
and i cry tears, still,
still not knowing
if they are from you,
or for you.
and to think,
i have gotten what i wanted.

coordinates

 can remove myself,
and replace my body
with another,
replace the front door
with a staircase,
and leave, or let go.
i can contort myself,
and taste the discomfort,
lick my lips
or another’s
and learn once again,
how to breathe.
distance held me close,
and it kept me warm
and still;
and still, i remain the only place
i cannot leave.