Lamenting it’s not yet spring, so I could
Operate and engage in a deep clean on my
Brain. I want to remove it, examine it like an
Obscure object. Bleach all the broken parts, locate
The insufferable fault and apply the prescribed
Ointment, that will cure my
Melancholy and finally
Yield me longed for happiness.
I have a guest coming over The apple of my eye The object of my lust The pest control guy There’s just something about him As I peer...
Eat my heart And all its trappings Take it while it still beats. Eat. Within its chords are our days, Each more fleeting than the last....
From a very young age I was made to help, Hold, support, and heal. I was good at my role. But what no one understands Even though I act...
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