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Jun 2014
I am ALIVE alive alive a li ve
I am stepping on dewey grass
and my hairs on my arm stand up
if I'm out past 6pm

I am screaming for you in my sleep
i know because little parts of my heart
break off and float out through my nose
and into your bedroom
but you toss and turn and
your comforter forms a little shield
and my heart pieces go to die

i am so very alive
I have short hair and short legs
and a big big crooked nose and
all of these things make me alive
and I am breathing in and out
and with each breath i am saying
come back im sorry I am saying
i didnt do anything but im sorry
i am saying it's just like last time
i am saying oh well

i will launch my heart pieces
in every direction and hope
and hope and hope
someone opens up their blankets
and lets me come in
with a brief little mumble and
an arm wrapped around my waist
"assert yourself"
Written by
olive  20/mtl
(20/mtl)   
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