i've left a place for all of you in my heart.
i sectioned off each bit,
unequally, but there is room, i promise,
for all your antique furniture,
and records (even the broken ones).
don't worry about food;
you can feed off my affection,
and i will pump blood into your veins
and acid into your muscles.
the air i breathe is not perfect,
but it will have to do for now.
3 comments:
Sigh, this post brings back fond memories :)
It's amazing that you have the time to write..
umm, Where'd '46' go?
haha, my mistake. this was supposed to be 46. :)
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