our fleeting lines (somehow always meet)
a pen was always smoother than my mouth something runaway and around my mind never quite getting where i need you cant expect me to…
Author: Shelby Deal
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i will eat enlightenment (you would love to be free)
the butterflies are waiting to be free and i wait to be enlightened thinking if i swallow the moon theyll let me eat the past…
my ambition (is in spite of you)
i eat the clouds without end while you swallow my ambition vulnerability a weapon to wield against being drawn in lightning your hands handling it…
Fabric of Time
A group of blue birds rests at the end of the world. Below a rusted, chain-link fence, they only know of the dirt promising cliches…