closed hearts







Closed hearts
Banana peel skin
Sometimes
I feel caught within
Trapped in morgue
With circus tent
Penny drops
Dream go unspent,
Yet I can smell
It
Taste it on
The tip
Of my butterfly tongue
Singing inside
It's swallows song
This murky water
Our feet thrash through
We squint our eyes
For sight of you
I'm lost in shades
Of charcoal grey
Searching desperately
For a self to stay

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