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Sep 2018
it's a punch in the gut
a slap on the face
a knife in the eye

******* at the circumstances
******* up all the time
see me through your jaded eyes

i'm nothing if not scattered
spilling life and heartache over myself
eating garbage when no one is looking

look up to the sky and wish for a cloud
maybe if it rains we can all go home
but the sun is hot when you live where it's dry

leave me up to myself
and cut the heart out with a machete
but i could do no harm

flies and worms and butternut squash
**** me or i'll keep drowning
shoot me in the head like a dying bird
Sarah Elaine
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Sarah Elaine  24/F
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