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 Feb 13 Demonatachick
Onoma
brambles are

for the

zealotry of

limbs.

black berries

grown thick

with tuck.

rusty blood

shone--as a

whichway

face.
"HI! IT'S ME!"



no religious fervour
no down on knees
no hands joined together



just talking to Him
as he He were
really there



marching around
her bedroom
as if



He were Her
new best
imaginary friend



"Now...I'm tired
and I know You
must be tired too



I'm sure
You must have a trillion
prayers to get through



so I'n going
to live in my dreams
come visit me there


oh by the way
I am the Tilly
with the blonde hair.


not the Tilly
down the road at No. 2
she's got black hair


oh & I'm 3
and she's nearly 7
so don't get us mixed up


well...that's all
from me God
see ya soon


and look
after Yourself
will ya?"
She’s got a face like a renaissance painting
The voice of an angel
And the demeanor of royalty
And she will haunt your every step
For the rest of your life
 Feb 13 Demonatachick
Grace
the delight of love:
the pain you cannot surrender
in exchange for forever
"to know the pain of too much tenderness. To be wounded by your own understanding of love."
- Gibran
 Feb 13 Demonatachick
Onoma
manipulatable ground's

most likely paved over.

country me.

thus far & farther.

let alone was demanded--

by standstills of elevation.

presiding over wishing wells

of trees making valley.

shadowlands, composite

sketches: America.

Queens NY is expecting a

significant snowstorm.

expecting~
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