- glass shatters
to silk.
- colored tubes
writhing
giggles
a frenzy
nightcrawlers.
- muffled.
chuckled.
light hearts fall.
smelling poetry
and the hot boy's
call.
- The aching melts
away as light
rains down
creating a
shadow on
the past.
- Spiraled gusts
through northern gullies
wander,
as I wonder,
what made me?
Why am I here?
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