Your heart; cold as ice
Your skin is hot like the sun...
Endless words,
dipped in religious colors...
Some things fly at me with a lonely force,
and I don't know how to react other than...
The pup of Peanut, Butter is her name.
I did not raise her, she loves me the same...
I've lost myself,
within all that I found...
Perhaps it was
the manner in which...
I plucked you from a meadow because I was...
As you sit within that vase, I gradually watch you...
Teasing kids ignite
terrorizing tearful eyes...
The time has come to leave my home,
and be just like a seed of love...
I travel all the woods,
I sleep in every burrow...
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i don't think the soul lives in our eyes...
A hundred times my words
have changed but my voice...