paste flowers on ambitious pavements.
photocopy the distance between us.
i’m borderline bipolar
and concrete taste similar to hell.
photocopy the distance between us.
my limbs are too short
and concrete ash taste similar to hell.
needles scratch at stained windows.
my limbs are too short
you kiss like glass
needles scratch at stained windows
just borrow my spleen if it’s that important
you kiss like glass
i can count the cuts by the frown lines
just borrow my spleen if it’s that important
everything’s falling apart now
i can count the cuts by the frown lines
i’m borderline bipolar.
everything’s falling apart, now.
my version pantoum
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- hi. my name is meagan. i blog. i write poetry. i love getting dressed. currently working in retail and a writer for TheHiveSociety.com
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i love the order of repetition in this style of poetry. it's impactful. i am also happy you have updated this blog. i miss reading your work on blogspot. it's not the same reading you on tumblr. i'm being biased - i've always loved your blogspot anyway. :)
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