i take my heart out of my pocket

and avoid its snarling and bitterness

as i try to wrap it up a tissue

like it was a foul mouthed human

buzzing around like a wasp

changing my idelolity into a white jewelled ghost

ripping through my dreams

leaving me sat there in a broken sweat

in-between the margins of another existence

leaving me sat there

unsure if I am still alive 

or the day has blown 

into a oversized proportion.

 

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