slowly falling

how long must I keep the toothpicks between
the cheeks and brows, till my eyes begin
to bleed and the heart begins to open
old wounds, cut new ones. remind
me of hardened clots, lost
pieces of myself I’ve
given away, and
forgotten to

have i fallen for you,
or fallen, for you?

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