something about thunderstorms or leaves or last night when we stood on top of the parking garage and watched the lightning it was raining, lightly it’s likely I’ll remember the ...
the logic was distilled by doubt my love is as long as spider silk, wound, like your arms, in a circle around me, a cacophony of shouts stole the scene ...
I sometimes write things that I think are decent enough to put on the internet
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