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Jan 16
i poured out my heart
and counted the contents
a jumble of insecurities
mixed with variety of pleasures
days of happiness stored
next to nights of suffering
feelings and emotions cluttered
next to my organized logic
i tried to find some sense
buried in the chaos
weighed out the burden
that seems too heavy to hold
this little heart of mine
carelessly made in so little time
she worked so hard
to keep me alive
but never learned to
do anything but that
i crafted her to be
strong and safe
locked everything away
prayed she was secure
but now i find myself
with something new
and realized she has no space
set aside for peace
she knows to run
but not to sing
spent too many sleeps
fueled by disappointment
she must be reassembled
to process this peaceful bed
and maybe some beauty
will come from this head
I want to create something meaningful.
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Day  20/Androgynous/St Louis
(20/Androgynous/St Louis)   
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