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Nov 2018
gather your lilies and I'll hang them
from my exposed ribs;
I've always been good at ruining
the beautiful that blooms
because of you.

it's never too late to run.
it's better too scrape the husk
of connection than dream up
a wreckage forever sinking.

dried flowers makes the smell of rot
remind me of the morning sun
bringing out the red in your hair.

it's never too late to run.
it's better to taste the blood
than forget that it's there at all.

f#@€ that.

it's never too late to plunge
headfirst into the acceptance
of the failures of the head
when heart was what we needed.

gather your lilies and we'll hang them
in the windows in our memories
to remind us of the bigger picture
when rain clouds roll in.

it's never too late to love
what we hated once.
B E Cults
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B E Cults  30/M/hendersonville tn
(30/M/hendersonville tn)   
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