the pit stop

bare knees against the blue.
boots against the blue.

his hands hold the
back of my legs and
his beautiful voice, his
painfully beautiful voice soothes and-

i can’t let on how far gone,
even as i let on how far gone because
it’s so far gone.
the kind that makes me drop
way down low,
as he sings in his beautiful voice and
i turn away-
as his hands hold the back of my legs and
i push them away.

boots against the blue.
bare knees against the blue.

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