Strange We Should Meet Here

​You’re a thorn for sore eyes

I’ll bite down hard

Sew stitches through my lips

Fashion these sutures 

With scraps of used cloth

The medical kit collecting dust

In the far stretch of a cluttered corner

Running hallways with rotting floors

I’m falling again

Strange we should meet here

Strange you would be here

Strange is this new found stain

Strange is this dream

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