The big soft wave is rising behind
and above there are sweet birds singing,
'A smile is a small beginning,' to the tune
of that song that seemed cheery in the desert.
Can trust evaporate the horny thread
twirling before the glass-eyed filing love?
But crows and morons will tire the same
as puppet worlds ignite with screwy lights low
what glob-pulled idiots have always already known.
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i really like this. i used to have a blog a few years ago, but just for me. i might start up another one soon.
how is everything? i miss you much. xo
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