I opened you up along your perforation
And polished all your edges with toothpaste
Turn back once more, if you'd care to wish
I am only soul and hands and this
A photo of you I stole. To cherish
When you weren't looking
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...
1 comment:
"You are mint. Like toothpaste."
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