*r.r. |
The night envelopes my senses with its cold rain,
As lights go on and off again across the...
Oh, what sweet Brevity lies between Consciousness...
Filtering with tiny hands the most concealed...
You emerge from things filled with spirit,
a mosaic nightmare...
My thoughts are overripe apples,
falling down from a tree of...
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words...
,
you dug holes in me...
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I...
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he kisses her...
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we fell...
,
folding over itself...
…you were my sun, and I stared straight into you, squinting, like I wanted you to be the last thing I ever saw. |
I'm still tracing the stars |
My heart's a lake |