from catching up
times moth decay
filling
paper

cups

pin me
stitch
me
see my form

curtains under marooned

swallowin
an
other
mood

swoosh swoosh swoosh
let me hear your song
dividers
on
the
highway
tell me nothing
is
wrong


read me from the left
read me from the right
come
on
pretty baby

love me
in
the
light

broken back sorrow
wounded sparrow wings
hope lost
in
tomorrow
futures
yet
to
sing

me an lullaby

yet to sing me from this hole
pipers flute bloeing
the
wrong
direction
affection
has been
wind blown

perhaps the breeze likes sitting
on
my
lap

who
am
i
to say
as if
you are just
one thought way
?



















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