Thursday, 28 February 2013
ouch.
falling hurts when you've touched the sky &the only thing cushioning your fall is concrete; but I'll rearrange my bones &glue back the grey matter &replace lost blood with smoke
I'll ignore the fact that my heart's stuck in my throat instead of beating between my ribs
I'll keep silent
I'll keep silent
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