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
Howling to
the day Barking to
the night Trying to
bite The
ethereal reality Trying to
write you A love song That will
explain why We must
stay VABM June 5, 2014
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