It told me
“You need to lay down
The thoughts of your heart
On the stones of life”
I chuckled
For it was time
That swept the spleen
Into a cascade of issues
Now I’m laid prostate
In the corners of my mind
Wishing my gall bladder
Understood the bile of my innards
I want to
But how do i
In the pain of wasted rocks?
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