Feb 2015
I went out of the house to put out the trash
and I cut myself on broken glass
it was your heart
on the street
out of someone's trash bag
cutting its way through
to reality.
and I cut myself on broken glass
it was your heart
on the street
out of someone's trash bag
cutting its way through
to reality.
(In my head)
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