churns in hair: oceans should convince me, tangled ivy and swirling are from the century's bend: action, the I penetrates afternoon air
stain of the is: tossing their incredulity: sadness falling from what been sinister beards: succumbing: conceal: the knight has flowers: the from open windows, gothic: lemon of me, no chalky white I could live deconstruction and its strange mandala flesh: metaphysical eyes: alcoholic people moving for so long, the hydra
we glyphs rising slowly, forever in doorways: going to feed the landscape to the snow of imagination: gently about my philosophy from perhaps to bones, pungent after most complex strangulations plant themselves in its cut of music: perfection: it's within my cold but matter: onto your precious rhymes with me
i love the way you don't feel pressured to finish a thought if it's better left alone... (i.e. 'the perhaps' was a nice touch. i do this too because it says it all sometimes!) :)
i love the way you don't feel pressured to finish a thought if it's better left alone... (i.e. 'the perhaps' was a nice touch. i do this too because it says it all sometimes!)
:)
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