There’s a string
follow it
down through rivers
over valleys
metallic
lean and green.
There’s a string
through my mind
out my ear
down my throat
stitching my heart
into abstract
formed by rusted pieces.
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There’s a string
follow it
down through rivers
over valleys
metallic
lean and green.
There’s a string
through my mind
out my ear
down my throat
stitching my heart
into abstract
formed by rusted pieces.