harper

Sep 03, 2004 15:38

im walking around my castle
unable to leave to face my fate
torn in the afternoon
i lay in the grass with my dog
the mailman went mia
and i start to think about the precise functions of my uterus
my lips are soft
i kiss off some of the balm on my hand
a black purse lays folded on the floor
ive been breathing in the strangest patterns
im weary of my health
i wish i could see the light
its so cloudy inside
i wish i could just see that damn light
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