A tune in my head
turned out to be
a wound in my heart
which turned into
a bloody gap
in my thought system
but what explains
the wounds on my feet
the bleeding toes
who’ve clearly taken
a wrong turn
on a long road
downwards and inwards
‘righty tighty’
but if you love the morning
then you love the fall
nothing it’s like waking up
a morning in fall.
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