an act
field of violets sweeping in and out of itself each flower a sepulchre for the world within each flower is the entire world every flower is exactly the same a field of identical things moving in unison and coruscating with the light of every mother’s love I would that each flower be plucked that this…
Atmosphere
remember when today pale fire overtook the early morning which lasts so very very long when in the morning you rest remember that life is not only beautiful and not only worth living but it is impossible not to give life all of your love sugar is my love for life sweetness under my breath…
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That Sinking Feeling 