blink. blink. i see only one gold link.

the day stands still, as does time. i think.

i am doing nothing, but yet, i indulge in crime.

i pine. i imagine his warm hands. on mine. the brink.

on that edge of thoughts i lay my drink. my wine.

i feel myself puff up. i raise. it all becomes: sublime.

i think. i feel the air beneath me start to shrink. decline.

a line is drawn between the sands of good. and grime.

it gushes out from between my ribs. in drops. the pink drops, i realize are ink.

they shine. i shy away from the thought of time.

i blink. i blink and i realize my shyness is a sign.

guideline. that is one thing that i keep inside: my mind.

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