Tuesday, June 12, 2018

Buttoned Lips

All my ends are dead and I'm searching for a pulse. All these living things need love and here I am with a heart full of it. It seems to be a supply and demand problem.

Having never fallen out of love and having never fixed a broken heart, I've built a tower of sad that is a monument to loneliness. Maybe it's all for a song.

Pray for peace. Search for truth.

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