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I ate a booger last night.
I admit it, you’re probably right.
It’s nothing terribly bad.
It makes no sense why you’re mad.
I ate a booger last night.
Its tenderness was sublime and just right,
I need to sleep, my brain is fried
My emotions are bottled up inside
I’ve gone too long, I can’t turn back
God, I wish it could all just fade to black
She dances it all away until there is no yesterday,
nor tomorrow or today.
Hardwood floor and mirror take their place,
surrounding her with their grace.
i’ve wondered how you remember
me. do you remember me?
i’m grasping at strings that hold clouds.
wisps slip through. am i too loud?
whisper. gentle sounds make me
I loved her so until the end
but even my love could not mend
of the evil that lived inside
of her and continued to hide
We had to make our schedules bend
