I feel like a monkey,
on a key chain,
dangling in space,
waiting for you to call me near,
we calide in this space and time,
I am reminded by the wind chimes,
of that we breath is not our own,
you are a bitter pill,
that I take every day,
never to call you my love,
just a ghost that a pairs,
out of nothing,
then to some where,
I am a monkey on a broken limb,
spiraling to the earth below,
on and on, and on and on,
and so it goes.
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I am a monkey on a broken limb, spiraling to the earth below, on and on, and on and on, and so it goes. True confession.