Sending Icebergs

It’s like a birth but it is in reverse never gets better, always gets worse

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I lay out the calendar
and treat it like a chess board
wondering what days you’ll land
and think to open your mouth
and which days I’ll remember
all that blush I put on your face
when we use to talk.

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