your split ends curl upwards,
like wallpaper when you enter a room
and underneath it is knotted
like the nest where you sleep
what will happen when the branch that's been holding you up
is too weak to support the load you lay down
we will fall together, from thirty thousand feet in the air
it shouldn't be this difficult
to move your teeth out of the way
please demolish every thought i've ever had of you
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