Help me stitch these inner seams
Where the thread has cut the cloth
And whispered into dust
Help me to catch the inner cold
With warm steady arms
And cage the fleeting brain sparks
Before they burn my bones to ash.
Monday, May 30, 2011
I'm bad at vulnerability I like to tie off places Where mess might hide Might wander in to introduce themself Until I'm all kn...
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To slumber And not be tossed about Like an incomplete formula In the mind of a mathematician Is a good thing The solution Lies in reme...
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She shares the blame For Adam's fall So secure, attractive Brilliant in a certain view The essence of Enlightenment I see her raise her ...
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Late It's practically done, more or less Plus or minus it's my best Effort if you squint and side-eye It. I'm sure it will get b...
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