If you stand on your head long enough
I'm sure that you will right yourself
I'm sure that you'll be alone by then
Annd you can look on back
At how it all slipped away
Neat and pretty
And in your way
But words are just blisters
You keep in your back pocket
To step on that puddle
And wait for the racket
All tears are just razors
And I'd let you eat them
Should you be choking
On everything you're needing
Here is my laughter
I hope you remember
Well enough to shudder.
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