Once upon a time my breath
Caught so hard I thought my chest,
It...
might...
explode.
It might explode and the thought that I,
I might fall down and then just die.
This
is
the
end.
"But there's love, love on the kitchen floor" -
"But there's death, death at the table" -
And my heart
Will break itself in two,
Because I'm ready willing able.
So don't stop.
Jun 19, 2018
Jun 19, 2018 at 9:39 AM UTC
Once upon a time my breath
Caught so hard I thought my chest,
It...
might...
explode.
It might explode and the thought that I,
I might fall down and then just die.
This
is
the
end.
"But there's love, love on the kitchen floor" -
"But there's death, death at the table" -
And my heart
Will break itself in two,
Because I'm ready willing able.
So don't stop.
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