Feathers Bones and Faceliftsoh bones…Feathers Bones and Facelifts
where have you been hiding all these cold winter mornings? what is it that emerges in your absence?
it is the night.
yet in its passing, She awakes
new in Her skin bleak like the moon's thoughts forging a new ebb to your flow planting a weed in your sidewalk
on the back of a phoenix She flies on the crest of fresh discourse She rides winding Her way through your crescendo dismissing your anchor from its cerulean tomb
I will no more weep in these harbors I will no more rot in these doldrums
angelina stampedes onwardand i know it will matter and i know it hurt and i know you saw and i know its a mistakeangelina stampedes onward
but its out and its not going away and it might happen again as much as i hate it
and so here is me wide open forced upon you i won't apologize
i screwed it up a little because i didnt think i am Angelina serendipitous metronome
Life is heavy
The Gorgeous WordAnd yet the world still turns Like the endless letters of bad poem Put together with utmost care From a mind, floating on the orange bottleThe Gorgeous Word
Where are words after the idea? Do they turn into the understanding? Or do they disassemble into apathy? Every sentence comes out and returns
The water is drunk, like a soul A drunk man being drunk without a drink Had I spoke? Was I speaking? Do I talk? Every thought is shaped like a prescription
Every thought contains a memory One single common joy The warm and loving arms of the Girl Who can on
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Dance, magic cat.
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