not out of the neck of the woods
yet…
you said under woven stars
mixed with metaphors and scars
you wouldn’t be far –
but i’d never ever reach you
heaven is beneath you
like a glass jar mixed with marbles and gold bars
you see everything that i do
upside down entangled view
dolls and stars now old guards

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postscript?

my return has been sent!
didn’t cost you a cent!

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i dunno why. been wanting to do same word rhyme – same word but not…

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he is trying to make it to 13 but some days i’m not sure he’ll make it through the day

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