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numbers click down through a thought of out of peril and tick past and what did you want me for again?
numbers click down through a thought of out of peril and tick past and what did you want me for again?
i wish that the light looked that way here, some times. And that there was grey, and bright, and dark, and light. All mixed into shades, smeared with a thick brush onto taut canvas.
just shy of the table, a man threw paint pots onto a road. at first, vibrant colours slaked and snaked their way […]
for every small tear smoothing
flush past cheekbone
teetering from the echelons
threatening a drip to placid pool
there shines a stream beyond this fray
secluded caves cracked into wizened rock
and in-between the meeting of letters
we watch rainbows sweep the grey land to green
thought parcels sent to lull
whispers lined with promises
to lithe butterfly sleep
and when the morn kisses your eyes […]
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