A little word salad of my poet-brain, is older, but almost always up to date.
This goes out to all the heartache ends. Devour ice spits, handkerchiefs full, be bitchy, but keep the faith that one day things will get better - it will ... actually.
language problem
I have forgotten the language of the heart, maintain
to speak in the lover. It sounds like gibberish
in my ears
and is not in the hole in my chest.
interrupted connection -
Please try again not.
I have forgotten the language of the heart, maintain
to speak in the lover. It sounds like gibberish
in my ears
and is not in the hole in my chest.
interrupted connection -
Please try again not.
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