Too Young To Fall In Lovewhen ghosts explode they form tiny flecks like silver rainToo Young To Fall In Love
slips over the hills and playground of bones embedded in my face
words are like bullets jumping to their death from the stomach of a gun
all the shadows under my bed they go away when the sunshine sings
when the rain arrives they tuck themselves inside empty places where my organs should be
centuries too soon my wounds are delivering lectures on where the heart's place should be
I may be too young &nbs
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Sadness
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"Don't poison everything."
Saul Bellow.
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