shoe box my heart
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Evidence of life My head is empty I wondered can anyone tell That any creativity is drug induced I slip into a coma and The top of my head slips with it Soft slow tremors violently rock my body And caress my heart of hearts My brain flies away on lead wings All that’s left is old images of wet thighs And they are fading fast into pornography I pour in some glue to make things stick But everything slips away “It must be to old.” I say to myself I found it in a shoe box Labeled with my name I peal away that label And drop it into my skull I will always have the memory of myself

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