The Meeting
The stars, democratic.
When told, it was me
That had to be there with the syringe
and bleed myself like I am.
who needs to say I'm sorry, too
but mean it like moons
believe in delay
I'm ready to fall
To summer, I sing
Hearts,
barely living,
slow down to almost halt.
When told, it was me
That had to be there with the syringe
and bleed myself like I am.
who needs to say I'm sorry, too
but mean it like moons
believe in delay
I'm ready to fall
To summer, I sing
Hearts,
barely living,
slow down to almost halt.
Labels: Emily Dickenson
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