I talk to people you know
Your friend is a marvel.
Says she has a collection of collar bones
Hidden in her bedroom drawer right next
to the promise that she gave to herself
I say those things are simply Beautiful
My friend tells me not to lead the flock astray
But I would—never—they inspire clearly with their ever-circular reverie
I could not; pigs bite and I don’t emerge in that kind of
Pain.
Because you are distinguished
shift shape and conquer
Like the monsters we hope to be
A singular heartbeat, seek the structure inside
Seek the structure inside
I have heard that vibrant love gets you mangled,
but under superb lighting
Every one notices you’ve become iron.
Strong in your red boots, strong in your
Start.
Agreed. Success is measured by unconquerable prose
Dripping with horrible resin from the outer banks of the sun. The
Swamp is a corridor and we must find its inception to know how to exit.
Dream up
a century.
Hands in the fire. Walk into
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