oopsies,
lost it.it slipped between the seats.
somewhere,
last night,
it got away from me.
dead air,
no sparks,
in our in between.
fresh eyes
see it
perhaps this shouldn't be.
not sad,
joyful,
cascading with happy.
power,
control,
because i am now free.
fingers,
pulling,
detached from him and me.
smile,
heehee,
and all the dead is green.
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