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Spill the Girl

Oh, the jealous breath I breathe
Not wanting what it is
That comes from me.
Seems I'm limited
By not knowing how
To arrange the alphabet soup as I swallow it down.

What is this pressure?
Where is my tragedy?
Why don't the words flow so easily?
I stir, and I stir, and I
Watch the letters swirl.
Then I spill the girl, I spill the girl,
Spill the girl on the paper.

Here I lie un-peacefully
Beneath these leaves.
One leaf is money,
One leaf Identity.
The rest hide a river of jealousy.

Open the book and read me.
Come swimming in a private diary.
I want to steal the words
I heard on my radio.
Write them down and call them my own.