Holy smokes I am losing my cool
Wrapped up in tatters in what I would
Call a ****** up existence
But I do what I do
And a can what I can
So I can preserve what I need
To survive
My feet coil together
Small toes against small toes
Rhythmatically sensing one another
In a calming motion
Allowing the electric to go someplace
This is when I wish I had a pen
To let you know this is an honest letter
From me to you
Something rare and raw and pure
Something so rare
Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 9:24 PM UTC
Holy smokes I am losing my cool
Wrapped up in tatters in what I would
Call a ****** up existence
But I do what I do
And a can what I can
So I can preserve what I need
To survive
My feet coil together
Small toes against small toes
Rhythmatically sensing one another
In a calming motion
Allowing the electric to go someplace
This is when I wish I had a pen
To let you know this is an honest letter
From me to you
Something rare and raw and pure
Something so rare
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