fears sleep soundly
profoundly
waking everything else
sun creeps high
to pressurize
an anxious lack of health
drifting into dream
requiem
a comatose hymnal
now confidence rests
buried chest
always right on schedule
honesty without hesitation
would give me good gas milage
and colors could be verbs
if someone greened toward dust shadows
nobody likes you
6 years ago
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