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But why should I, on a day like this?
Idle sunlight makes
lazy metaphors come out
like water from taps
nicotine is natural pesticide.
there is a garden
of flowers and weeds in me
unkempt, growing wild.
I miss when we used to talk about dystopian literature
there was far less pain
in the heat of your anger
than in your absence
Yours in the Bond, Forever.
my compass points Nortz
wherever my body goes
I am pulled to you.
We really have no business being out here but the calm, sir.
the soft fall of snow
on rigid earth sounds like breath
stuck in memory
I don't know when I started moving all I know is that I can't stop now
I am measured in
the tears in my rucksack, the
worn soles of my shoes