blue sky? Withering softly, we embrace as the world
around us transforms into ruinuous beauty. I don't
sound travesty. This is a cavernous soulbreaker
and WE NEED TO FILL IT. my love for
life is matched by love for you, whoever you are.
it's a platonic love for you, but not for her. If you
choose to breathe mumbo jumbo, asphixiate. lightly we
superimpose heavy on dark. Dark strokes ignites and
finite dies your stress, your tragedy. i will never
be at home until i am in love. The most
final co/nnection of life and death.
while i write, the sun shinesThe chord is not the end of
down to inebriate and castigate
days but the truest beginning.
Raise Your Breath to heaven with a small
H tonight. I can't tell you I want it but
you know it's all right. Perfect majesty, perfect fright
credible travesty, true delight. in this do i thee
love, counted ways or not.
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