soft-spoken and broken-winged,
i'm charlie.
anxious, fragile, and floating,
i day dream.
keys, buttons, cardigans,
collars, and polaroids.
i am mismatched.
burning, twisting, and falling.
i am filled with inspiration.
rippled water, neck aches,
silence, street lights,
and waiting rooms.
i hear a buzz.
words written on backs of hands,
failing lungs, and tired eyes.
i'm awake.
i repeat.
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