Hanging — I am a poet! I am. I am. I am a poet, I reaffirmed, ashamed.

Your voice is dead, it hangs from the trees I string you down and invite you into bed with me what can I say, but “I’m so sorry.” I don’t think you can hear me your milky eyes look at something I don’t want to see and I no longer want you so close to […]

via Hanging — I am a poet! I am. I am. I am a poet, I reaffirmed, ashamed.

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