i am a withering
shriveled flower
in the bright sun's rays.
warm breeze.
your heart pounds
and you don't feel it
until you remount.
the plummet and ascent
captures your heart and lungs
in a cage.
the bitch in the acura
spreads organic poison
into your eyes.
again.
his walk is
distinct
in a bad way.
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