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i tripped and fell for everything.
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acid washed dreams it's all green.
even when everything is gray.
it's all growing bountiful
inside my fists.
they're clenched and bruised.
the dirt found in my palm
seeds the most perfect flower.
with vines soft and brown
curving between my fingers,
sprout.
it's all in bloom right here.
it's all ripening before my eyes.
with seasons shifting
and souls twisting
in our hearts.
but it is so clear.
an air of diamonds.
the crystal formations circle my body,
and everything is so golden.
all floating in the room of peaches.
bubbling up, up, up
away from here.
the night is dripping
in from the window
and seeping like honey
across my knees.
so i move.
the night is dripping in from
the night is dripping in from the window
and seeping like honey
across my knees.
… a perfect assembly of words these.
I really like this. it is my
I really like this. it is my favorite kind of style and you are very talented. Going to read more now :)
"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.