Burried Most Of Me
Long ago I dug a girl
and called her my own grave
but I saved this little speck of me
I now give to you
it's really nothing special
but it's the part that wasn't used
it's a bit like string theory
running head to toe
containing parts of brain, heart
and the rest
You can have it if you want it
it is here for only one little thing
to make you happy every day
while never hurting anything
can't really do better than this
it's all that's left of me
I wondered if you watered it
and sang it some sweet song
if it would grow a me again
or float up to the sky?
poem by Boink Boink
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