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Feb 2015
Come here kind sir
And hand me a scarf
Her whisper
Passed down my spine
And sent the children
Running away
Mothers hold their children
In tall tree houses
Telling them
That she fell off the tree
Long ago

She is sour
About the worm
That twist
Through the maze
Called her steampunk heart.
I never felt steam so cold
Until I saw the animal
She had become

Did you feel that?
Thats her pushing you away
whats her problem?
Well..
Because she refuses to face them
Those leakes seep through
The Steamy heart

Do you see that!
Its right there
When she tells you
Why you are such a failure
But hey
It takes one to know one.

Im sorry
If I'm being so cold
But that is what happens
When you're next
To the Ice
Shivering batches of arrogance
Tossed down my shirt
But hey
She was the one
That made me.
Jason Cirkovic
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Jason Cirkovic  27/M/Colorado
(27/M/Colorado)   
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