..... "And you were half out of it. It was hot and you were here. For once, I suppose. And you looked me dead in the eyes and said you loved me. You were asleep before you could hear me laugh. I always hated your jokes."
It's been not great. Save the bees?
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We as Humans
PoetryGolden threads from a dirt human. Poetry and philosophy that I write for me and share for you. (Cover art by Gabriel Levesque/@oskadesign)
