you will cough up crows that peck my eyes,
and i will do nothing but go blind.
but my heart,
it has eyes.
and my love,
it has sight even though it may be a little cloudy.
you will break my back for all the burden i lay upon it,
but i will never blame you for the bees inside this bonnet.
my lungs will grow cancers,
and my back, it will grow achy.
i will find us an acre of some land in the city.
we could live there together or i'll live alone less happy,
but i'll live
unfortunately.
love in the time of human papillomavirus - andrew jackson jihad
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the beekeeper.
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