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 Nov 2015 Jesse Osborne
A drowsy mind
furthers a crack in the pavement.

The hope of a static day
is suffocated by his breath.

He then carries
the torpid body,
across the bridge.
 Nov 2015 Jesse Osborne
 Nov 2015 Jesse Osborne
When you fall in love,
they never tell you how it's going to end

but instead,

they tell you about the endlessness
of the possibility living with azaleas.


I only find clamor in a sea of open water.
"We can be friends when you get over me"

— The End —