HUSK

i forget how we met.


what's
wrong with
me?

and for the life of me i
cannot recall the color
of your eyes.

should i feel horrible?

listen!

all the great words have been taken:

1)Grace.
2)Mercy.
3)Husk.

what
chance did
we have?

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