holding you up in the shallows

aching feeble joints

reflections of yesterday

venting, i guess

we don't have to go

about to lovers who make up

we found a little toad and called him timmy and then we gave him a fly it's to early right now

um i really don't know what this is about-love in the face of chaos?

more emotional dribble

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winter form

this is the same thing i've been writing for years-it's all one work

before class

 

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