you’d like?

turned around to think of you.

not wanting to watch me get affected by

a wrinkle of your forehead, or that

smile that taste of allness,

beneath you shirt, what could be sym-

metrical eyes do it all all over again I’ll,

gain my substance, my height. your like.

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love may be on and on on on

some love things
are too much to bear and
inconsistency moves at a pace,
a pace we would never go
to hold on and on and on on on
and like carpets cling to the floor
don’t wanna be removed.
a womens skirt
upliftet. at a breakbeat
the ones we hate.