Once again
I allowed my heart
to get weighed down with feeling
always knowing in my head
that nothing good could come of it
and it seems my head was right
so my heart turns in on itself
crumpling like a sheet of paper
to discard as so much waste
there will be no recycling
as it’s past the point of usefulness
coffee stains
too many notes scribbled upon it
smears and smudges
where a hand blurred wet ink
toss it in the burn bin
strike the match
let it be potash
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i've choked on my words for far too long
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Fat Bottom Girl Said What 
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