Tue, 05/14/2013 - 22:13 -- baltich

Heart scripted sentences draw tears from the past
Back slashed font bleeds ink through the page
Its a matter of health. A matter of health.

The angels surely know you. They always know you.
They gave you signs. So many signs.

Watching your words carefully.
Its a matter of health. A matter of health.
Beeping jagged lines up on a monitor

When will you see that this isn't you;
Its a mess created from you.

Straitened letters and salt stained pages
This was as surprising as the suns climb at dawn.
Just a matter of health.


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