from one whisper
to
an
other
she wept
to me
from
the
clefts
how far
how far
how far
how far
it
echoes
we all
echoe
dream to me
in scents
of
your hair
Stake your meaning scribble it on me
letters that have fallen
call to me as the breeze
lightens the winds
of
change
every thing
changes
no
thing changes
what of corruption
she has bled me dry
that my callousness
of
hand
mind
heart
could be forgiven
he thought just
maybe she
thought
only
he
was confused
none of this should matter to you
brush yourself off
after
an
fall
hear me
crying
for
my
"eyelash dolls"
?
...
..
.
wrote after what we thought
was our first blog
turns out
it was
our
second blog
first line is the title
last line is the title
that
and
everything in between
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