pompoms
Pride
Rush and rain
sprain my way
away from what?
Your pity
a pry annoying my
pride
yank and fly.
March and mad
letting you have
it all by what?
Yourself, a perfect tongue
in a broken mouth
lunge and run.
Jan 14, 10
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