poetry tangles through my aching synapses,
iambic pentameter loosely woven barely flutters &...collapses.
all my saddest tragedies play through in my head,
my finest lines are all the ones unwritten and unread.
writing is like bleeding, prying ribcage bone from bone.
remember when miles kept you from texas and they kept you alone?
or the days when blue eyed brothers photos filled your chest with...
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Good Luck!
I will be studying too for my anatomy lab practical. Fun stuff!!!
Lots and lots of love for you!!!
you studying? couching?
i forgot why i came here..