the summer spurns
coldness spins
and you hold my hand
as i twirl
and i twirl so hard
through the blanketed
cool
ness of the nights
and the days
and the afternoon
Sunday, January 12, 2014
this is it
unadored
unabashed
come into my arms
a kiss
a kiss will have to do
this is it
come into my arms
Monday, January 6, 2014
walls, they grow
it quakes
and quivers,
shivers below
it flows
low
and deep
the walls it falls in
and higher it rises
as it carves
crevasses
and ladders won't
keep from falling
in
and quivers,
shivers below
it flows
low
and deep
the walls it falls in
and higher it rises
as it carves
crevasses
and ladders won't
keep from falling
in
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