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Ted Adams
Scary Baby, 2011
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Words waste space
when they remain unread
by the essence
of their existence.I am smothered,
rendered breathless
by the weight of words
with no place to go.They won’t find you.
(via mikefrawley)
Tell me, what do you do with your sorrow?
Do you keep it all secure in a bottle?
Do you save any sunshine for tomorrow?
Are all you desires simply carnal?
I’ve pressed my fingertips into your flesh
Imagined you poetically undressed
Felt what was left in your chest
And couldn’t caress your hollow