i
I may never understand...

if I sank under a afternoon star
it would be a September sun...

me and my heart found her stariwell
its easy falling down a few steps...

she crawled like a myriad of bugs
across my skin, biting with her beaks...

It would fall from clouded skies
It would leave it's trace in my arms...

those constellations
in each darkened sky...

people only type
in contrasts...

i fumbled through my body
like a madman simply looking...

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fine dining is a draught idea...

if i was just another promise
just another wish...

a shower comes once in a full moon
where an eclipse can show itself...

Memos to a Lost Love
Yesterdays, I saw you standing underneath a blue...