Sensitive,
I come on strong, no point in doing
anything by halves. You know I'm happy
when you see me bleeding at the sleeve.
Be worried if I'm sluggish, slow. Be wary
if I'm not aware. You know I'm really
here if you can smell the salty tears
that flood, that gush, that drip across your screen.
We'll know, the two of us together, if
across the city, ocean, breathe same air.
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