What do cats know of silver name tags
bells to warn the birds. How does Ice imagine sand.
Malice is melting into mud and I,
I do not have one decent
recipe to share.
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4.05.02
this isn’t just a love poem i wouldn’t write a love poem for you yet
it’s a wandering head shy away.
wait, that makes it an escape route hatch
faking being a love poem.
it’s entirely too early. and by you i mean us.
i can’t really tell where it goes from there.
if you change horses in the birth canal
i don’t even want to know.
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