

Codependent Jubilation, or...I hide in the curves of your hand sliding along her skin, two halves of the same fruit.Codependent Jubilation, or...


Things That Remind Me of You:Leather oak leaves floating on dark water. Tree roots curling into wet simple earth. Fingers tangled. My hair. (Ive never been good at construction, these wings are lopsided, feathers made of smoke, cat fur, scraps of paper but the joints seem strong, the bones are hollow as ducks.) Trumpets brazen as beats blasted dowThings That Remind Me of You:


Thoughts....I think somethingThoughts....
is wrong with me. When I look at the swept sky clouds pulled like wings, spotted like our shoulders with blue something twists
in my stomach.
We are two dogs touching noses with
raised ruffs. His nose is my nose, my mouth, his mouth. His toes tapping to my fingers flickering Our hearts drumming warnings through sheaves of corn.
We are magnesium filaments in glass domes, candescent white bright radiuses of tidal eyes and skittering smiles, turning ourselves down so the air
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~"Blind faith is an ironic gift to return to the Creator of human intelligence."~
You write well. These are quite enjoyable.
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Frog them all!
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yes I've read a poem, try not to faint.
There's a lot of Paizoans turned up, lately, isn't there?
Bob x
Saludos!
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Frog them all!
C:
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Licensed to chill.
Saludos
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Frog them all!
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Is There Life on Mars? Story and Art by Kyle Street
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