derelict

--- **i'm here invisible hand retching in your pocket reaching in your face teaching all or nothing blue bottles buzz round my head in circles making me dizzy I pick a posie of dandilions gone to seed I foray about looking for the shiniest diamonds in aluminum cans the brass ring must certainly be tarnished gold the forge bellows that is my chest heaves in another cough cooling my tounge the empty wind that echos ashes spent embers collect in the cracks of the abyss my bones which were disjointed oh so slowly reassemble instantly but someone at the factory didn't read the destructions my legs are arms my hands feet i lie under a cold sky in july oh don't cry when i die no whitened seplechur my inheritance my epitaph nonsense a palm tree o'r my grave** soulsurvivor (C) 6/13/2015

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