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{photo credit: Better Living with Herbs}

I feel like I should be drawing some massive disproportionate purple flower,

Blowing in the wind.

Resurrecting my desire to feel love again.

There was a heart beat that once told me what I was living for,

Picked up those sideways pieces I left at your door.

In its place now stands a broke man,

Curled,

Curdled, 

Crippled,

Toes in hand. 

~Thought I'd share some more recent poetry, if that's what you want to call it :P