Scraps

Letter,

the one that collects webbed secrets.

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World tinted

the strangest colors.

A walk obese with storm cloud breath

hands itch for your lifelines.

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A perfect recipe

pretty words churn

from your painted mouth

lies flutter so easily

ribs

like shutters-

this gossamer heart

unravels from the beginning.

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& I’m left with a bag full of fortunes

silly scraps.