12.23.16
warmth and peculiarities
double over – simplicity repeated
quenching some kind of raw
i’m draining my cavities of illness
giving in to coddles and innocence
dear sweet tooth, i need bitters to survive
and you’re brave
unafraid of this diseases
but they don’t tell you
i’ve spent years turning pages
with an army of pens
building this imperial
metaphor.

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