(2014)
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when (finally) we meet I’m thinking spring wildflowers will bloom on high
cool this angst some with beer, amazing how it works, three in and suddenly ashamed that i could hate
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden
yeah, the contract the social one, so long ago supposedly agreed to, we were born instead into. what
every story, especially those promising finally to grant the square hat with tassels, is a load of shit. the god which
just remember we are so much more than words. shadows are beautiful too but let’s not
reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.
just listen the trees drink silly.. I work i work that day the not
lie still. be quiet. please understand what happens so, next time
shall we turn down the covers, crawl inside? find there a place that’s been waiting for us, a vortex of sorts
of the things that make me become better only music is unlike surgery
the very idea that i could be
of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,
I love how you talk Down to everyone In your poems Which, unlike fiction Are not covered
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