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a little title

she was a poem and a poet and all of poetry though it was unspoken words when she kissed me * i am poor which makes me pour wasteful water and less bits of i i i * i have felt too much now to feel so little about then but i cannot help it … Continue reading

trees spring life

i am not dead despite all those that are and despite all those that aren’t who sometimes see me pale as the paper i am filling and they say he is just a dead tree after all * it was the language of love though no one understood so they spent years with their mouths … Continue reading