cross my heart
from edge to spine— i'm not a puppet. i'm a promise. my body is big soothe now. i feed it. i draw on it. i usher it's salt. i dress it in roses and corduroy. i've turned my lungs to maple leaves, my fists into my-heroes. AND my heart? ! i click open the valves. puff puff scream to my pissy angels. don't cross me.
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