| i_am_coin | ||
| Doar |
spoken with a sleight of hand behind my eyes it is bought and sold. cradled in a hand, counted every five minutes to make sure there is enough. hoarded like pirates treasure, buried and disused. placed over your heart with care and easy spending. deposited meekly and withdrawn maliciously. waiting in the jar above the fridge gathering dust, forgotten. like a needless distraction spent when a flitting thought focuses. . |
100212 |
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| Doar | this fucking sucks. | 100213 |