however well,
you've got me settled with the stars,
lulled my little storms
then calling ourselves love
I supposed
you needed that kind of lifeline
with the newborn's instead of the broken ones
that never have to breathe through
slight punctures of the blue devils
I'd be lying if I said there isn't a sad peace to that
to be alongside them,
it has, somewhat,
massed and become
my kind of
hopeless necessity
-a.
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PoetryMy collection of original poetry writings where I'd write way past my bedtime.