Cold Cut

A Poem by Phalen Schuyler

I barely remember myself

Whistling is like dancing,

Shrieking is the new high

I’d like to say I’m breaking even

Cold cut clean with the other side

And I would love for lunacy to be my calling

But I’m afraid I have too much on my mind

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Added on February 18, 2015
Last Updated on February 18, 2015

Pretty only on my best day. I forgive, but I don't forget. That's my story, and I'm sticking to it. more..

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