There are so many dead flowers in the back of your car.
No matter how many times I clean out your car
They keep coming back
The smell of mary Jane and empty canisters
Your friends seem lovely
I just hate the smell
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Bird-Like Heart
PoetryThis is about my kind of poetry. Feelings emotions, trauma, love, happiness, loss. The world is filled with all of these thing and this is how express it.
