harking back to an earlier poem of mine: poor wendy -- all the heroines get left behind. but she was a darling after all. yes, i very much have tears in my eyes. and it shall be hard to see, and sometimes i won't want to, but i will go on looking an...
i tried to understand your powdered nose in the face of my paraphernalia. where gun metal grey meets the cold light of day of my glower over new cherry blossom flowers i don't think i don't know whether your metallic mouth chewed it over at all. and do you suppose sweet as sunrise i might be bathtub sunken with soap suds at my sorrowful brow oh no why ? x my love sits me down when i frown too heavily and i say drown it all out. love u all ways back to front side to side i had never died before not quite like this. cried to shake me inside out i'll be home soon reiterate the doubt of the bodies you touched which were not grown fresh in the orchard as me. i want to hurt hold up my skin to my wakeful eyelid and inspect what is within.
(12/04/2018)
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