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Running Out of Reasons


My poem became a song… https://open.spotify.com/track/2epW1ZzOkAKYAcFqlOVXF6?si=rh3Kgb1ERkyB8oZZtsuSVA

Oh, My little scratching pen.

And me, a skeleton.

Oh, a dreaming plea

Me, a trembling tree .

Chorus

In the gallows

Of my garden.

My blackberry lips

And sunken eyes.