6 hours---briefsteak, space...
Wednesday, December 2
we all.
sting sting sting;
my clipped wing,
heavy boulder,
weigh my shoulder.
exit wounds,
clean.
I don't see it,
never will,
spill my heart on a plate,
afraid it's too late.
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