The day
is leaving
me

through a hole
in my pocket

and colors
my paper heart

with spikes
of freshly cut

grass smells.

The day
is heaving
away

straight
into my nostrils
&

sets fire
to my guts.

The day
is breaking
down

leaving
me

wandering
as the sound
of an

empty tin
can

kicked around
at the edge
of the deep blue
sea.

The day
is breaking
away

through a hole
in my pocket

and colors
my paper heart.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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