i grabbed ahold of her wrist
and my hand closed from tip to tip
i said "you've taken the diet too far,
you've got to let it slip."cause she's not eating again.
- not mine // the sea is a good place to think of the future - los campesinos!
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ŞiirA collection of poetry. Basically my thoughts and feelings put online. Warning: Content may be triggering. You've been warned. copyright 2015