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what does her true voice sound like? going on seven, maybe eight years, know the thumbprint of her stylish, at twenty paces, her tower recognizable, leaning in, she is the garden, can’t tell where the garden ends and she begins she opens the pages and lets slip out the exposed flora+fauna of of her heart’s eyes observatory, revelation unintended but wanted, she can’t be helped, for she, both a revealer, reveler, party girl, beat poet know her in the bursting:  of the spring welcoming festival in the bursting:                     of the season of loves busted unhappiness, I know her well enough but not at all in the sparse, frozen soil, and in the contra-blooming, in every season, she warps my judgement, with words unheard, unknown, the dictionary my accompanist, what she says is a language purportedly in common, maybe not, she takes me on a tour of her symphonic insights, as my foreign tour guide enwrapped, entrapped, I am, as she crooks her hair, in the curved shape of a question mark top, unknowing what does her voice sound like? try different versions, a tasting menu of mellifluous, and imagine myself to sleep, wondering and wandering, what does her voice sound like?** off to sleep, smiling, frowning upside downing 11:51pm Tue May 5
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May 6, 2020
May 6, 2020 at 12:10 AM UTC
what does her true voice sound like?
what does her true voice sound like? going on seven, maybe eight years, know the thumbprint of her stylish, at twenty paces, her tower recognizable, leaning in, she is the garden, can’t tell where the garden ends and she begins she opens the pages and lets slip out the exposed flora+fauna of of her heart’s eyes observatory, revelation unintended but wanted, she can’t be helped, for she, both a revealer, reveler, party girl, beat poet know her in the bursting:  of the spring welcoming festival in the bursting:                     of the season of loves busted unhappiness, I know her well enough but not at all in the sparse, frozen soil, and in the contra-blooming, in every season, she warps my judgement, with words unheard, unknown, the dictionary my accompanist, what she says is a language purportedly in common, maybe not, she takes me on a tour of her symphonic insights, as my foreign tour guide enwrapped, entrapped, I am, as she crooks her hair, in the curved shape of a question mark top, unknowing what does her voice sound like? try different versions, a tasting menu of mellifluous, and imagine myself to sleep, wondering and wandering, what does her voice sound like?** off to sleep, smiling, frowning upside downing 11:51pm Tue May 5
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May 6, 2020
May 6, 2020 at 12:10 AM UTC
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