you're worth it

[carozza]

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a love you cannot touch

[anonymous]

like a bell that tolls and circumvents the edges of its own sound

you ask the question ...

the universe pelts at you its hairdoo of multiple answers...

babe its you...

you in your blackness and cat-likness and mute and deaf and flying-off- trapezes...

its been you clinging to yourself chasing her around corners dying to understand the "more" that keeps you sleepness...

its you and then its me... and then its her and him and we all looked srangely similar...
kinda familiar

like i had lived that skin

and this one and that..

where are the edges

who really feels for this...

or is the question: who doesnt??