For it was said, 'To Be Continued.' Thus, twas.

[clearlytaupo]

Oceans take our secrets

what we don’t want to see or smell anymore.

We feel anonymous

we feel clean

when we throw our past away.

It will wash, we think.

It will sink

it will drift far from this shore.

It will disappear.

Maybe the fish will eat our words

maybe lost or spurned loves

will help deep-sea feathery green plants grow.

Now and again

I

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[thinginabag]

if someone cut you up into millions of millions of tiny pieces, i'm talking maeg-hash here, i could easily find at least 27 reasons for loving every single piece of that mush. this entry, however, would probably have 28. i love you!!