so here's something.

breaking my face down with your doors [a new hole where my eye should be] writing haiku's at three fifty four in the morning without imagining the syllables, red sharpies and messy cursive. the kaleidescope canopy you have to look through to find me safeguards me from you, the safest clause in your hanging paragraphs. and this crazy syntax; i am i am i am just so wonderfully! --smiling for you. that appreciation feeling.... so this tinytiny butterfly feeling (you know), walking to the beats of mixcds from you, with you. come on, we're leaving. but i can't stay long. locking eyes and warm winter days. are presents for you.


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