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little little peacock
I am chanting loser loser loser in my head; I deprive myself of sleep, not by choice, because there is a superior presence consuming my entire being, it takes charge, it takes over, everything, down to the speed of my fingers tapping at the rate of one hundred words per second (possibly)!
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tuesdays.
you stopped jumping puddles but i will love you with fireworks! -
your godly nature.
with your folorn mysteries, past midnight, we were encapsulated in a vacuum of contradiction, with no borders, lines or boundaries of sorts.
i turned episodic in nature the day i watched your feet to the beat. -
gold.
the imaginary love object whizzes past my sky every night and evanesce in a brilliant spectrum. -
regional planning
the forest across the sea is my place for you where you'll live, enclaved. -
i was made to love magic.
I could nest in the arch on your back, dormant. -
the knitting therapy.
i am seeing circles; circling circular in my vision. i am weaving into the labyrinthine, spiralling into a convolution. i am without you. -
the master cluster.
we're in a sync, on a treehouse with a porcelain fountain out in the elevated backyard, overlooking the lake with a wooden ark by the sleeping willow.
