nonchalance.

it is
the thrill
that kills
him;

pain thwarts
anxiety
riddled dreams
and woeful days.

calm the dusty
water, and fuel
my fire until
the coal is dry.

why pull
at your chains,
when you have
nowhere to be?

curved, silent
shadows
and whispers
of nonchalance.

she will be
there. waiting.
while you
change your mind.

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