The Nearest Quarter

~ abykittiwakewrites

My house is a mess but my heart is warm-I bleed the past in coughs of madness
But my heart is warm
You cannot count on me as I cannot count on myself
But my heart is warm

I’ll forget your face but forgive your slap
I’ll search the store for honey then put it back
I talk in circles
But my heart is warm

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