I am not this
unimaginable set
of we, two twigs
like darlings
entwined
and
moving lazy
up a tree,
still green
moss covered
stone hands
warmed by the
sun and so
much
more
We
Together we might
make something
better, here inside
the blanket cover
of soil, of night
of stars and
even a well
lit
moon
I am not this
intangible
forgettable
and rarely used
tense, future
perfect and
continuous
Nope.
not
me
Apr 20, 2020
Apr 20, 2020 at 9:43 PM UTC
I am not this
unimaginable set
of we, two twigs
like darlings
entwined
and
moving lazy
up a tree,
still green
moss covered
stone hands
warmed by the
sun and so
much
more
We
Together we might
make something
better, here inside
the blanket cover
of soil, of night
of stars and
even a well
lit
moon
I am not this
intangible
forgettable
and rarely used
tense, future
perfect and
continuous
Nope.
not
me
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