It is a green and sour apple.
It has been lapsing for three days, but maybe two more.
to what end do i think
(do i think?)
I did this of my own free will.
I am guilty of barring out the wind.
I pushed myself past pardon.
and ground grates at me.
I have no wings to fly, and besides…I'm already home.
waters distance holds hearts at bay
and I am only one. for whom the bell tolls…
so I unpeel to reveal the soft, bruised parts
bruising as I unsoft the peel parts
re bruising me as she peels the
soft flowing hair…
my last lost hat was from prison
i fought to stay in that place
and on my face! this is the same space!
can i please dance alone in the dark?
you bring light and
and you take up all the blankets!
i just want a corner
i'm fine with my corner, but now
Now I'm some kind of builder?
what kind of builder?
I want my own bed
and one I can fit on.
I don't want your help,
I don't want her help!
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I plodded forward. All the while wanting His prints.
and she was there.
Every.
Step.
of the Way.
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