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Heart leaking into my
stomach
Who would have thought
the sky would grow gray so fast?
Today when it’s dark
If I glimpse you
through glass, reflecting Christmas lights
My tongue will snarl,
yarn and needs inspirable
Drawers, closed and
caught
Disconnecting my body,
pieces falling behind me
A trail of bread crumbs
And I am gone
Stolen by birds