...

To be alive, to know we are here despite nature's...
groaning and persuading us to prepare our stout...

Characteristics
read through a strong perception...

Mama just drove home with a
plastic cup of green beer...

Woodwind floats among limp mourners
who cannot force heavy claws back...

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I cried for a dream to be tangible...

Falling,
in the strangest ways...

Here:
in this home I thought I had dreamed up...

He is five fingers... she is the other five
and they are pressed together like...

I'm breaking up with you Drama,
our relationship is over...

It comes with shiny tops,
it shimmers, glimmers, simmers at...

grief is a rusted faucet
i keep checking...