Raggedy lights stooping over the street, afraid.
Gardens of pavement and unsafe flower beds.
The rosemary was glaring at my scent, the lavender
wanted to scream. At the mailbox I saw a postcard
“dear john, your test results are back,“Mary, he doesn’t want u”
and my favorite summer time nothings “baby ill love you
till the end of time , please forgive me”. I just stride
under the street light and scatted with a cat, we flipped
tunes about fish bones and letters, about how we want to curl
after we “catch the mouse” and just lick paws.
Gardens of pavement and unsafe flower beds.
The rosemary was glaring at my scent, the lavender
wanted to scream. At the mailbox I saw a postcard
“dear john, your test results are back,“Mary, he doesn’t want u”
and my favorite summer time nothings “baby ill love you
till the end of time , please forgive me”. I just stride
under the street light and scatted with a cat, we flipped
tunes about fish bones and letters, about how we want to curl
after we “catch the mouse” and just lick paws.
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