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I know I-
Am not a perfect animal, enema,
Example for your chance le gloire
Fall asleep, do a dance
And keep pining for that second chance
Because God is gone, left alone
With the quiet, rustic hotel bones
You awake, in the midday ashen glow,
‘Cuffed to the faith that you didn’t know you’d need
Settle down, and come around
Put your souvenir on the merry-go-round
Skinned memorabilia, awash in your blood
You almost didn’t wash him off because there’s
Something in that act that says
You belong to me now, my red-headed cherub
My swing of the sultan,
My burden,
My Love,
My child,
Realisant mon espoir

Worth

I crept away from your cave
And sought out reprieve
In a fantasy where,
Sheltered by hollowed lies
I could peace together the broken mirror
Of my worth
 
With bloodied hands I glued the shards
Into a linen mosaic of time-altered memories
And dreary mid-day awakenings
Haze of the carbon monoxide
That slipped from the tongue
And into my worth
 
I always wanted to be an artist
To carry and swim with
The chords that needed to reverberate in our hearts
The words that we needed to hear
The lies that needed to be revealed
The pieces that needed to be placed
The worth I wanted to feel