wrapped up tight in my distress. My words are muffled (idea)

What I really want is for my troubles to be a puddle on your shoulder	You say you want to help me	The worst things about divorce	Dearest, I feel certain
In bed feigning sleep	Solomon	golem daughter	Welcome to heartache head
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry	I hide in the darkness of the cry that comes from her throat	Ode to a Sugared Almond	I feel things, hundredsfold, a papercut requires stitches
Still I save the moon for you	Please don't throw me in the briar patch!	daughter	don't think so loudly; whisper something in my ear
Lead us, the faithful, to the land of broken promises	The weather is moving the wrong way today.	I know this road pretty well, for I've chased many a honey-bee over it.	Children of divorce
Just don't expect me to understand	February 17, 2012

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