If only I could live in a song,
I'd live by a river of melodies,
And my next door neighbours would be the lyrics,
They would come and talk with me about
happy endings
and pastel pink sunsets,
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Heart Scrub
PoetryHere is my poisoned lilac heart Tell me, what do you think? Does it disgust you, or please you or sadden you? Will you wash it down the sink?
