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Folded pieces of paper. Old past due assignments. Made paper footballs with- Corners pointed like diamonds. Spent all that time. Scooping out room for- You in my heart. Like guts of a pumpkin. Stay close to you I tried. But the pumpkin got rotten. Corners got bent. And my company unwanted. A couple of cans of root beer. Sitting along my windowsill. Sitting still, lukewarm and flat. Dragging in gnats. I remade my bed. Cleared off the pillows- I pretended were you- And made room for two. I took down the pictures. I took down the lights. Took down some notes on- How to resist my- Need to be loved and- My want to be fine. My urge to move forward and- Hunger to fight. I get lost in the right- Ideas and go wrong. I hope that you don't think- That I belong here.
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Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 1:07 PM UTC
Guts of a pumpkin
Folded pieces of paper. Old past due assignments. Made paper footballs with- Corners pointed like diamonds. Spent all that time. Scooping out room for- You in my heart. Like guts of a pumpkin. Stay close to you I tried. But the pumpkin got rotten. Corners got bent. And my company unwanted. A couple of cans of root beer. Sitting along my windowsill. Sitting still, lukewarm and flat. Dragging in gnats. I remade my bed. Cleared off the pillows- I pretended were you- And made room for two. I took down the pictures. I took down the lights. Took down some notes on- How to resist my- Need to be loved and- My want to be fine. My urge to move forward and- Hunger to fight. I get lost in the right- Ideas and go wrong. I hope that you don't think- That I belong here.
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Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 1:07 PM UTC
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