High Tide
Your words were missives in the sand
which couldn’t stand up to
the pull of water or time
temporary
just like your presence in my life
Your words were missives in the sand
which couldn’t stand up to
the pull of water or time
temporary
just like your presence in my life
Still histrionic, still a bookwhore; just faking competence because of my kid.
i've choked on my words for far too long
It's not the length of life, but the depth.
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You either get it... or you don't.
Inky blackness, a yawning void ~
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My business is generally pleasurable.
Read. Ingest the words. Like little blue pills, they will affect you.
the stories behind the pictures, and vice versa
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