Static on the line,
Dangling off the edge,
Insides twirled
Dangerously
Tight around your fingertip,
Another
Points to the sky,
It likes to tell me
That the forevers
And the I don’t knows,
That’s where they go.
You fed me your heart
Piece by piece,
I hid the most part
Under my tongue.
Oh, how sweetly I sing
But I spray your insides
Everywhere I go,
With a word,
Or two
A little more of you
Is gone
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