
descending
Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry - Words: 65 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 1 - Published: 12-27-11 - Status: Complete - id: 2983110
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thoughts go trickling out
this hemisphere, halfway point
empty potato sack, hold me close
in love, we're
so in love
with ourselves and
god, dear god we feel so much
remorse, regret
i hope you do good i
hope you do me good, child
because you're
so in love you just might
break these tired old
bones,
you just might
swallow me whole.
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