emotions keep shuffling like cards.
fifty two faces.

pick me up.
pick me up.

what to do with this gaping chest wound?

but something did die.
a part on the inside, a part that represented hope
and things to come.
a part that withered and faded
and became gray and muted with age.

and i coughed its dead blooms up and said farewell
to them as the petals drifted away

out through the window into the night sky.

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today rather than wash my car i opted to draw designs
in the pollen with my fingers.

i really could not help but laugh at the irony.
it was the first time that i had drawn anything in months.

also tomorrow i am breaking the rules.
i will throw away all regards for my education and take the day off.

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