Tie-dye me a shirt
the purple and ochre of bruise.
I’ll salt it away in a drawer,
and save it for a rainy day
like this.
If only you knew what’s inside of me now,
you wouldn’t want to know me,
somehow.
Tie-dye me a shirt
the purple and ochre of bruise.
I’ll salt it away in a drawer,
and save it for a rainy day
like this.
If only you knew what’s inside of me now,
you wouldn’t want to know me,
somehow.
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