Swallowing Nails

I remind myself


Of torture


To protect myself

From the pain of beds too soft.



Tolerance, stolen 


From the trashcans in hell,


Become the comforters

Of the lost and found,




 And weakness,

A friend of the



And the ungrateful.



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Spinach can empty ???????

Spinach can empty ???????



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You get what you get sometimes,

You get what you get sometimes, Bishu, and from lemons, ingenuity, and a small bit of sugar and the "salt of life" both, lemonade is made. 

...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "