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I am getting a cold, possibly strep throat, but I have no insurance to see a doctor. I hope it doesn't get worse.
i'm lucky to be under
this same sky that held
the exhale from your first breath.
like a ring on a pillow of clouds,
by you my tongue may stutter.
but my gift heart screams clear and swells,
to burst between the wrapped lengths
of its bowed ribbon cell
but i am still alive, in love and
wide eyed in my time.
not a mummy shrinking in its cloths.
there's a moth flock in my gut growing,
a tug at my groin like tides trying to
pull moon towards them, i can't ignore them
and when we say your name, our tongues catch flame
and you wonder why we ain't got nothing to say
but your painted pony is fading..
lost like a snake skin in high grass,
and out there thrashing like a pet bird
caught in a jet stream, that's me.
you count them blessings cause your net worth
oughta be less cream in your best dreams.
but god put a song on my palm
that you can't read
i'll be embalmed with it long before you'll see
i'm lucky to be under
this same sky that held
the exhale from your first breath.
like a ring on a pillow of clouds,
by you my tongue may stutter.
but my gift heart screams clear and swells,
to burst between the wrapped lengths
of its bowed ribbon cell
but i am still alive, in love and
wide eyed in my time.
not a mummy shrinking in its cloths.
there's a moth flock in my gut growing,
a tug at my groin like tides trying to
pull moon towards them, i can't ignore them
and when we say your name, our tongues catch flame
and you wonder why we ain't got nothing to say
but your painted pony is fading..
lost like a snake skin in high grass,
and out there thrashing like a pet bird
caught in a jet stream, that's me.
you count them blessings cause your net worth
oughta be less cream in your best dreams.
but god put a song on my palm
that you can't read
i'll be embalmed with it long before you'll see