Dissected
heart (attack) smack the face / in the arm. dripping life
from hollow holes, holy good god gracious, such a courageous spirit.
/ lick it up, baby, love it, want / it all. it wasn't my fault-- (fall).
solution to the brawl, what to do;what to say. we all know.
[delicious poisonous wondrous] __ we still have hope, right?
too late, great, delectable fate.
Copyright © Rachel Hart | Year Posted 2007
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