My stomache is a noose strangling my heart my insides are all bending, fraying, frying, turning, like my life but I can't tell if it's you or me or him that's spinning my around cause I'm tweezing out your gestures picking words apart scrounging for some message that might come from your next touch but I'll always end up hungry cause you never leave me much A. Solano 96'
Reason for writing:
I can't pin down into a few short sentences why I submitted
this poem. All I can say is that it pinpoints a feeling
I often have but was never able to express until now.
Birth sign: Not entered
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