I dreamt our first long dance was a memory; gilded and gloriously framed our hope poured into children grown A wild forest where seeds once sown Two vibrations sewn together with time-fuzzed threads And I remembered everything you said round pink flowers sent now crumbly and beautifully cobwebbed.
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Old Lovers
Old lovers; dying to see each otherLovers; dying to see each otherDying to see each otherDying to seeDying;[leaving that corner...misshapened, chilled, hollow]And all I could muster wasIt was a good dreamIt was good to dreamIt was good to dream with youIt was good with youIt was goodIt wasn't good dying It wasn't good dying with … Continue reading Old Lovers
Thin Tin String 