Pump my heart into an underground river
where each molten stone and message...

I haven't yet figured out
how I will take this Sunday...

Gentle grassland stretches wide,
All agriculture richly untainted...

A maroon sweater clings to me, but my legs
stick out, not like twigs, like passing lanes...

I know you hate labels
but here, I don't feel cornered...

She clung fiercely to her own
self-damaged skin...

Our love is like discovering the ocean,
far from home, too many moons to count...

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My heart is young and unknown...

I close my mind to
the memory, but it...

People are so nice, so nice that it hurts.
(I didn't think kindness could peel away...

Consistent drumming,
Instruments shyly humming...

Washed out, agonizing to be a glass bottle instead...
you concern yourself with to be crumpled; I'm...