I am held together by glue and staples and
purple construction paper.
I fear not death, but life.
I am tattered and torn,
flammable and too close to flames,
slow-roasting.
I am a never-ending *** of coffee,
a broken alarm clock,
the warm side of a pillow,
the empty tube of toothpaste,
an unsolved crossword puzzle written in pen.
I fear not death, but life without poetry.
Dec 18, 2015
Dec 18, 2015 at 5:15 PM UTC
I am held together by glue and staples and
purple construction paper.
I fear not death, but life.
I am tattered and torn,
flammable and too close to flames,
slow-roasting.
I am a never-ending *** of coffee,
a broken alarm clock,
the warm side of a pillow,
the empty tube of toothpaste,
an unsolved crossword puzzle written in pen.
I fear not death, but life without poetry.
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