because was enough
and enough had become like
the car recalled
chaos heat or a storm
neither swept through brains or eyes
boneless wet season
blowing dry
I admire the consistency of range but
but oh the sick days
hidden as diamonds come out
akin to a confession
.
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Because I'm always listening
especially when you can't hear me
Because I feel your words waiting
an open invitation
for me to mean all this
and then some
I need to ponder this one! I hope there is no hurricane coming:-)
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