whats inside of me fits of hate and swollen lungs turning on each other fighting to get closer to the sun writhing towards a new wound a doorway a hollow understanding beaten, bruised with friends thrown in to make it all worth while. a neat pillow of white linen folded nicely with the edges trimmed and turned in i've been sewn up now, you can come out and see my sides are all stitched my bellies full of sawdust i sleep on a bed filled with hair and straw doesn't the wind just smell with contentment?Birth sign: Gemini
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