I painted the lawn
with the courage it took to face you
and I
saw you sitting on the stairs
like they were supposed to be
some kind of throne.
There were silver piano keys
dripping
down
your stomach
probably waiting for some
melody
to come gurgling out of it.
You put words in my mouth
and they got caught in the back of my throat
so I guess
you're responsible
for my honest vomit.













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"In America, through pressure of conformity, there is freedom of choice, but nothing to choose from." - Peter Ustinov
My one crit would be in the line "to come gurgling out of it." to get rid of "of it" I think it sounds a lot better if you end the sentence with "out" I dunno, it just sounds more final to me, and "of it" is a bit redundant too.
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...what was the state of...a being held in chain but left to breathe and to see all the magnificence of the possibilities he could have reached, left to scream "Why?" and be shown the muzzle of a gun as the sole explanation?
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"I wanna speak at an intimate decibel/with the precision of an infinite decimal." -Yoni Wolf
while I was in Florida I coined
the term vomit-truth.
we seem to be on
similar pages.
xo!
Will you marry me? haha
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"I wanna speak at an intimate decibel/with the precision of an infinite decimal." -Yoni Wolf
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"I wanna speak at an intimate decibel/with the precision of an infinite decimal." -Yoni Wolf
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