Umbrella

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Today I sheltered under an umbrella,
A shield raised against I miss yous and I want you backs.
Just one would have made my strained skin sizzle,
And in they’d crawl, as it bleeds and cracks.
It’s a little late now for pleasantries.
The empty words have carved and marked this track.
And there’s only one I miss you that I’d let through.
But it’s the one I will always lack.

 

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