feels of forever since
i've seen your faces,
touched your soft places,
read your minds,
enjoyed your lines.
i've made like a
counting crows song
around here.
sorry, mom.
sorry, Jesus.
ghost
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A chaotic collection of writing exercises.
scattered starz paint twilight all over the place
including those laugh lines on your face.
but copyright will always remain loyal
to the writers who brought the words to a boil.
1 comment:
it has been forever. two of them, i think.
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