You have made me into a baby again: Birthed a creature whose insides spill out on a slide, to be studied under metallic scrutiny. All this chafing, will it turn to pearls or ulcers? Spitting up snakes like some Greek fated in Hades, serpents catch in my throat, transmogrified; I am vomiting grocery-store wrapped up daisies. ©mbscarpa2014
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Famous Flower of Manhattan
by The Avett Brothers Happy melancholy Tuesday, folks! i take it back:
my heart never breaks for you, but rather swells engorged each accidental bump inflames it, raw and sensitive anew my heart breaks so quietly; i catch each piece before it even hits the floor 3AM
Wake (alone), your cologne on the soft of my arm. you didn't put it there on purpose, or rub it off in lover's passion but still i cannot sleep. i only cannot sleep when I've seen you. I'm scared of losing things i have already lost |
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