I could wither like a flower
growing dry and dull
craving, sip, neglect
I want to be the ground
of drought
crack, dust, break
forget
I want to disappear
like dead leaves
become the dirt
the windy breaking speck
I could die like the earth
suffer, cry, an end.
I want to be
collar, hipbone, and neck
May 15, 2017
May 15, 2017 at 1:19 AM UTC
I could wither like a flower
growing dry and dull
craving, sip, neglect
I want to be the ground
of drought
crack, dust, break
forget
I want to disappear
like dead leaves
become the dirt
the windy breaking speck
I could die like the earth
suffer, cry, an end.
I want to be
collar, hipbone, and neck
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