Crickets
They are bells that ring
Tonight, a lone orchestra -
She stops to listen.
Compromises
You, me. No one knows
what our hands are for, or do
they clap for others?
On: Death
Blank sheet of paper,
No more ink, diary ends
in unfinished sen--
Birthdays
Sorry, I forgot;
It is not my best habit.
I'll bring you cake soon.
Love
Some French, German names
(of course, postmodernism - )
we don't understand.
the joy of small words w/ big meanings.. :) xx
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