mechanical heart rusted shutour eyes wondered too far and our spirits soared too high my emptiness poured into my loveless bride as I inhaled the stale hollow air the night turned pale and your face released the tide of yesterday traped within my soul i matched the beating of your looking glass heart until you turned around and walked away...mechanical heart rusted shut
the weeds across the street.She’s the little girl with flaxen curls at four pm flouncing down her driveway with her hands buried in her pockets, lips pressed out like she’s whistling. You’ll watch her out your window, with your tea lukewarm on the sill, and splutter a cough; fogging up the glass just enough to miss her smile.the weeds across the street.
You saw her once, twice eating petals off the roses in your garden. You’ve forgotten how to converse with children, you cussed between the wheezing and she stared right past like you were simply a knurled twig catching the wind in its leaves.
One morning you found her; purple stockings, blush mittens a
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