i wear my hatreds like jeweled varicose veins. Chic and lonely.
u hve brought these loud feelings-like chandalier'd seizures that pronounce filth.
azure contentment draped across the obsidian setting of we.
remember when i used to hoola-hoop in your sound?...forgotten days.
he let his sigh caress the gaping hole of his soul-they swam in sight.
working with others is a test of love-love being more action-based.
plaintive wail of a light breeze over hot tea and the scent of lilacs.
walking barefooted along isolated thunderstorms, with a smile.
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