Doob Loob

Your soul goades mine

Day after reckless day

And I falter at every beat

I can’t move with your breath in my hair

My skin is prickled with awareness

But my heart is laden with dread

It’s nearly over. It’s nearly over.

But I can’t see blue

Only red.

Doob loob. Doob loob. Doob loob.

The trouble with this heart

Is that it never stops beating.

(C) Slumpless

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