hanging flower
i can break i have
i have frozen solid
cracked open
greatful that it’s not concrete
drag you down messing up
your clothes
throw me in the ditch
your legs glow
my fingers reach out
drag you down
almost remembering what it’s like to hate
hold my hands
they’re not as steady
as i’d like
i’m shaking
my fingers
ache
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