ord before it gurgles out of his mouth?
hed in paragraphs
alls of crashing colors
sts and through ancient caverns where the
freshly-fallen rain
t and back-porch afternoons
tretching over softly singing frogs
one I love
atch it leap softly from one patch of pavement
folds of my fingers or cradle a galaxy tender against
down and let it simmer for three seconds in his
ss back up on the pavement in front of me
its own vomit on the living room carpet.
page paper on my unique and interesting
hat I was trying to say
pper my skin and trace the jagged screams carved
idea what that means.
pon by you
me
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