seams

I’m not going anywhere and tomorrow will just keep coming

I cry for a new taste in my heart

stop licking old wounds that irrigate so deep

falling so no one will catch me

it eats at me like ants submerging into my brain

fighting for a space and a thought of their own

waiting and burrowing

they all feel pain

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