Retreat

Album Cover: The Open Door EP

"Pretend every slot machine is a robot amputee waving hello."
Death Cab For Cutie / Little Bribes

Posted on April 25, 2013 8:11 PM in Poetry
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Red-cheeked and fat-lipped
I sped across the dirt
Tatters tickling bike chains
Like bows and violins flirt
A drumbeat shook my ribcage
Adrenaline fueled my pace
A first foray through forest paths
Black-eyed and a disgrace
A most disgraceful loss of blood
An unforeseen defeat
All in the name of childish love
And a reason to compete

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