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A perpetual dedication.

Cheerleader No More

I've had good times
With some bad guys
I've told whole lies
With a half smile
Held your bare bones
With my clothes on
I've thrown rocks
Then hid both my arms

I don't know what good it serves
Pouring my purse in the dirt

Mourning. Still.

Atomic morsels of grace
Falling around me, on me.
In me.
Belly full with regret.
I'm saying grace
But you wont speak to me anymore.

I wanna be a horse filled with fire that will never tame.