(2014)
webwomb’s not the maker of me. came into it as falling is done. down, only always
lie still. be quiet. please understand what happens so, next time
the very idea that i could be
yes, darling you should come & take care of me, someone has to, & you
here’s a story. it may even be true. where i come from nothing ever sucks, so i
every story, especially those promising finally to grant the square hat with tassels, is a load of shit. the god which
when (finally) we meet I’m thinking spring wildflowers will bloom on high
just remember we are so much more than words. shadows are beautiful too but let’s not
there are never really any angels in god’s company, it really just pretends them
dopplergangers in case you both explode, who knows it could happen, true love too qui… like a limerick, obvious stupid si… like things aren’t. also, angular
they really do know how to shove something up your ass like
if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs
love does not beat on doors, beg at tables. it is always
so, come on then, brilliant one, see, i’ve been waiting for you with eyes
i could not conceive of such beauty, it had to hit me like it has. nothing
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