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your skin will be washed
a shade of dull blue, and he
will not be able to scrub it off
nor will he be able to paint over it

you will be cloudy some nights
and sunny some nights
and you will be dancing one
moment and crying the next

he will look into your eyes and he
will see nothing living there
and he will love you anyway
but you will not understand why

he will wait for you, for
the cracks of light between your
nose and lips, and he will hold you
when it does not shine through

you will watch his face a thousand
times, searching it for some answer
for which you do not know the question
and you will never find it

you will beg a hundred gods
to move your legs for you when you
cannot, and you will hear
nothing in reply

he will say her name in passing
and it will prick your bones like ice
and he will forget he was ever hers
but you will not

he will touch your skin and call it
warm, and he will kiss your hair
and he will never know
how wrong he is