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Jun 2011
my words are so cold that i choke
on the lies i spit from my throat
a hunger pouring from my mouth;
slowly dripping out the corners as i soak my soul in doubt.

if theres a place i haven’t been yet,
take me there; take me now
take the heart inside chest
rip the seams and make a mess
and go pin it to your sweater,
or on your hat just like a feather.
i know it’s floated on my sleeve
but girl i want you to believe
that there are diamonds in your hair
because you know you’ve got a flair
thats unmistaken to my eye,
cause you and i know how to fly.

an hourglass as i see your hips ******
there’s glass between us, underneath us
though no reflection will deceive us.
and though deception come between us,
still our universe perceives us,
just as irony defeats us;
so ill hold your hand and pretend
that through you i can make my amends.

my words were so cold that i choked
on the lies i spat from my throat
hunger poured from my mouth;
slowly dripping out the corners as i’d soaked my words in doubt.
Dalton Bauder
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