I stumbled right into your pretty face,
crumpled up, but held in place,
a barking dog, a cold drink to taste,
bad water running upstream,
bad collateral, indebted and penniless,
hatching schemes from double yolk eggs,
running miles on club feet and broke legs,
you held up shards of shell,
you put pins in my joints,
like moth wings behind glass,
secured along a fixed path,
now I’m trained, now I’m happy,
I can see through the opening in my cone,
I can’t eat the stitches on my legs,
I could, I can’t, but my god I’m in love.
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