Goodbye
I loved you the way
night were
stars and
ceaselessly
against darkness
standing brightly
up the sky
by a shore
suddenly
with the ocean
froth and smell
of green girls
coiling between
your toes
a whole meadow
immediately with
course hulls
under the fingers
buzzing a bee
by the rain
in whose black
body Lavender,
thyme, and
thistle
shouldered
up bearing
the blind
of new sunlight
“like shining
From shook
foil “
Feb 4, 2024
Feb 4, 2024 at 3:23 AM UTC
Goodbye
I loved you the way
night were
stars and
ceaselessly
against darkness
standing brightly
up the sky
by a shore
suddenly
with the ocean
froth and smell
of green girls
coiling between
your toes
a whole meadow
immediately with
course hulls
under the fingers
buzzing a bee
by the rain
in whose black
body Lavender,
thyme, and
thistle
shouldered
up bearing
the blind
of new sunlight
“like shining
From shook
foil “
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