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I search for the angels You can always tell them apart The ones with starry windows For eyes burning Plasma to light The darkness in Their hearts And I know They’re angels when I see dimensions collapse in their eyes … Continue reading
She was drowning her friends watched blaming her for being too weak to swim. – some currents are invisible.
Here lie the wild flowers of my fractured soul, grown from plots of 12 pt. Times New Roman soil. – forever a gardener of words