The night stand. The lawn chair
and beneath where I have buried
teeth. Me, you, and a sailor
without a name. Me, you, and
a half-eaten zebra in a room
of pale stains. Me, you, and a
heavy distance. A distance between
words and tongues. The clock
and his hands burning, skin
landing in a new home.
The night is in revered silence.
She hugs me hard and then closes the door.













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Me, you, and a
heavy distance. A distance between
words and tongues. The clock
and his hands burning, skin
landing in a new home.
staggering.
--
The world is an eraser for these words
- Jack Kerouac
joy is a height best measured from the depths
You're comments are always here >
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"the caterpillar thought the world was ending, but then he turned into a butterfly." <3
because it's a whiny, slow flow
but
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"the caterpillar thought the world was ending, but then he turned into a butterfly." <3
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