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A curtain and You
in most poems, a syllable of you, somehow falls …. and fits into the words
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A curtain and You
in most poems, a syllable of you, somehow falls …. and fits into the words
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A little after Afternoon, purple and you
Wet stars, and supposed you, Yesterday, she looked like her soul was bandaged with soft words, Marienne, has somehow found her way into the crevice again, Supposed you, were to slip a star inside the ocean, time was slow, and came by … Continue reading
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A little after Afternoon, purple and you
Wet stars, and supposed you, Yesterday, she looked like her soul was bandaged with soft words, Marienne, has somehow found her way into the crevice again, Supposed you, were to slip a star inside the ocean, time was slow, and came by … Continue reading
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Afternoon, blue and you
Last night, you entered through the mirror and floated slightly above where my breath lands, I could cup my hands, and the signs begin to show their weariness, All the lines, with six of their tributaries were being washed with … Continue reading
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Afternoon, blue and you
Last night, you entered through the mirror and floated slightly above where my breath lands, I could cup my hands, and the signs begin to show their weariness, All the lines, with six of their tributaries were being washed with … Continue reading
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Blah-ing
I don’t know if I should categorize my lack of ‘social skills’ as a mere aberration in an otherwise charming package. Probably not. Loud when I should be whispering Mad when the world is sane Quiet when everyone is laughing. … Continue reading
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Blah-ing
I don’t know if I should categorize my lack of ‘social skills’ as a mere aberration in an otherwise charming package. Probably not. Loud when I should be whispering Mad when the world is sane Quiet when everyone is laughing. … Continue reading
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Between Br and eath
I am drawn to the ‘outside’. Perhaps she reminds you of small dogs and tiny eyes
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Between Br and eath
I am drawn to the ‘outside’. Perhaps she reminds you of small dogs and tiny eyes
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Outside ..
The weather hangs by thin blue strings..
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Outside ..
The weather hangs by thin blue strings..
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