liking to say things, all kinds of things, mostly about the way things seem
something you need makes you its bitch, yes even as it isn’t coming, no when love stands you up & all the more sweet
lie still. be quiet. please understand what happens so, next time
life and even one good thing– anything, a course in wonders becomes? no school, thanks not for me. no lesson one so likes declaring to find itself legs. no
shall we turn down the covers, crawl inside? find there a place that’s been waiting for us, a vortex of sorts
bring me things to break myself upon till
the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely
may be too onerous a task for those not starving. lucky
just remember we are so much more than words. shadows are beautiful too but let’s not
STEP BACK! There’s an infection you’ll get if you come any closer. It will open your eyes through the crust
I love how you talk Down to everyone In your poems Which, unlike fiction Are not covered
webwomb’s not the maker of me. came into it as falling is done. down, only always
I just felt what I think I’ll feel always, once we’ve finally met, and share this cool space, like an open secr… It felt like all my favorite songs…
there are never really any angels in god’s company, it really just pretends them
this being we are, delights in all things, yes but is held breathless
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