Feeling My Heart Beat In My Stomach
eating humble pie
adding mud and parasites
sprinkling lots of drizzle and grey cloud matter
including many pinches of regret
indulging on the unfortunate bitterness of my modern reality
wasting napkins and paper towels unnecessarily
wishing for the refreshing flavors of you
knowing that losing you is poison to the life of my soul
letting the monsters win the battle
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