Actually able,
but bottled my best.
Creating a circumference of
dialect due.
Everything ends in
false fragrance with
gratitude gradually
hardened.
I instigated my invisibility.
Just jotting a
killer out of myself.
Loving loneliness.
Maybe more
nuances
open over
predetermined perspectives.
Quiet, my queen.
Rest assured,
subtle synchronicities
tie into his touch.
Under unforgettable
violent broken vases
with wind pushing me away.
Xenon is
Yesterday’s yearnings.
Zephyr zips my sorrows.
🙏🏼
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Loved this one!! Clever 🙂
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