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You cannot sow leaves back to a tree Unpluck the feathers of a duck When words begin to rot the tongue those words cannot be swallowed back   And this is the silence between us And this is why there will be no nest Because this is the relationship between a bird and a gun   And I will not be hung by the feet again You cannot put this thunder in a jar expecting the rain clouds to pour out to this garden, this sick and yellow turf I keep protecting like a woman carved into a scarecrow   And this is the distance between us And this is how the bullet is missed Because this is the sound of my heart pounding like someone at the door, I run to answer it— never again to you
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Mar 14, 2018
Mar 14, 2018 at 12:23 PM UTC
A Bird and a Gun
You cannot sow leaves back to a tree Unpluck the feathers of a duck When words begin to rot the tongue those words cannot be swallowed back   And this is the silence between us And this is why there will be no nest Because this is the relationship between a bird and a gun   And I will not be hung by the feet again You cannot put this thunder in a jar expecting the rain clouds to pour out to this garden, this sick and yellow turf I keep protecting like a woman carved into a scarecrow   And this is the distance between us And this is how the bullet is missed Because this is the sound of my heart pounding like someone at the door, I run to answer it— never again to you
don’t be with jerks.
mycatisgoth
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Mar 14, 2018
Mar 14, 2018 at 12:23 PM UTC
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