god and i
are in a funny place right now.
and when my mind settles down,
i will try to explain it...
PUBLISHED POETRY
little white stitches
bind together the pages
of a soul poured out on paper
a thousand dirty fingers
browse through them in a bookstore
before replacing it on the shelf.
little black words
spell out the desires of a fragile, speechless heart
and wish with all their might
you'd be the one to understand me.
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