the square footage of my heart

the square footage of my heart rife with affection leaves no room for the methodical low-meaning tasks forced granularity beneath the shine imposed upon an undeserving population of ingredients that make their way in to my ravenous young appetite for living near the hungry and the upstarts who

my heart is

my heart is dulcet, soft-soaped fudged, framed, fake d play, stop ,stop play reset test/ed an escape plan enough music to drown in my heart is an anchor ___ misswanda.blogspot.com