I could have solved all your problems, gave you the reason to solve them; but that’s not my job. Our wires have crossed; now I’m untangling the truths from all the loss & what we’ve got in reparation, company in separation now we see self-preservation prolongs its identity.
Poetry
blades of grass in the snowStark green fills my eyes through endless white & I wonder how the colour is still alive. It proudly thrives alongside melting glass wind chimes & endless cool clouds on the ground My footsteps impress on the cool ground clouds as I tied my ears to the crumbling sound I can’t help but marvel at […]
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