Lie the Blades of Your Shoulders where I would Rest my Hands on.
To My surprise soup Steam Rising and
Failing to Cool with cool breath dying gradually
and magically i'm alive
An Obedient Child creates
an artificial grin
in an attempt to impress the mess
that spills from his heart; Within
Pinned Against stone, alone and
confusion makes up the Majority of
Space Accidentally Placed into his Noggin
Muscles Ache,
a Mistake must take time away
from the voice you've been tossing
and tossing and its homesick (Boomerang)
You're a Boomerang.
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