give me a moment
i may have gotten rusty
left outside so long
know i am not made for nightmares
know i don’t believe in ghosts
but i am possessed by wild hope
and a yearning to not be haunted
by wilder dreams
did i hear you say my name
in your sleep
i could’ve sworn your breathing
matched mine
it is the first warm night of spring
and i remember i remember i remember
everything
Mizpellt wurdz
Only as good as my word, and I often have pretty bad – or should I say poor – word choice.
copperhead
Mizpellt wurdz 
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