what to do
when you realize
your heart is just
another piece of meat
wrapped in greasy newspaper
so old
and ripe
not even the cat will touch it
draw in
draw in those faint invisible wings
curled & blurry
like yesterday's news
draw in
draw in those invisible wings
for when words go
wings go too
words go
wings go too
words
wings
i am speechless.
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