

DetatchedYour hand comes forth in pieces embers lighting your dismay fingers stabbing visciously kicking must from the ashtrayDetatched
Your cell phone rattles
acorss the wood but we both know i wont answer and i wouldnt let you if you could
This week is your last winter so i pick rotten fruit from summers tree this is no heart shaped box you're in for the ground,
it has no key


FlintClose the blinds and watch the clock beat the drum, with lashes locked hours tic, and seconds toc little hand swings, for hours walkedFlint
Though your thought, is the father of my wish, you, we're one in the same, equally dismissed (its only hit or a miss) click the pen, to the paper beneath bottom to top, brush down through the crease
but she sang.....
all with ease, so easily pleased i've got the patience to ostelate, and you're on your knees
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