Of love to give
From my
dandelion clock
The
changing wind have blown
A lot of winged achenes
Sometimes
I miss them
Sometimes
I’m glad they’ve flown
Sometimes
I like to think
I still
have a lot
VABM April 3, 2014
To compare the mother sea against a bubble and against all of her foam. To even talk about the sand and ice of the dark seas of nebulae. To confess the curative effects of beer on my feelings about my reasons to be. If there is one, and about my performance or my lack of. To tell my love I’m still in love and always will be, normal interruptions in between. This blog is for
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