Your tongue has moved ill
killing tulips in my eyes
My heart cuts itself out fears the ground
cold and surrounded with feet
will you not hold it?
I’m adjusted you say all the sudden
you have these words
fast and accurate without notice
Words seem more important
without my poison tongue around you
Uncorked clean and wood-like
they fall from your mouth into my ear
with my heart on the floor
at the mercy of your feet.
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