Night talks to me. Simplify, it says. New ire, love.
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(No title) ….. Calm, because the street Has so many songs, renew All it, a love nudge
Morning, quantity Receipt, count Everything needed Desperate Rushes and visit, take quick pic
1/1000 Skip It Midas, no gold hand Everything bottled, switches Friday myth hit wish 10/13/22
What if I lost place Any difference, no telling So back forth, stray
….. The old self minutes Ago, gone and away cold Sit, purpose, love more
No longer in Beelzebub’s cocina – MY words are revolver rounds – The ones with their decelerations become […]
Am I what, annoyed Yes, cuz they can just move mouth No question, just nod
The year, new kind loving Truth, has to be Snow, rain, those Sonoma gusts, heal
Like I need more caffeine. Not in the mood to sit in this Starbucks so why am I. […]