I would swallow my pride
I would choke on the rinds
but the lack thereof would leave me empty inside,
swallow my doubt
turn it inside out
find nothing but faith in nothing
want to put my tender heart in a blender
watch it spin around to a beautiful oblivion
rendezvous, then I'm through with you
I burn burn like a wicker cabinet
chalk white and oh so
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