The only problems I haven’t told you are the real ones
And all the tears you dried from my checks used to feed gardens that are now dry
The sandy beach
The open tide
You are a mouse please eat all the crumbs in my mind...
About the Creator
Goldie
Addiction to my pen sweeping cobwebs in my mind
The brief feeling of structure when my thoughts start to rhyme
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