You do not have to be
, good or bad, for stolen time
conducts the hours in delicate
arbitration
My skin always looks clearest
after I’ve been laid of
Leaving all the toxins
Behind.
This one, the girl unpinning her hair
do I hold the picture this way or that?
You stumble into your life and the stumbles can seem reckless to a witness. You feel drawn to someone and cannot describe why. What pulls you? A smile, a glance? She bends your way when you speak, and you wonder what you know. Your body says you like this place. It tells you that you might find a home here, move closer. Move closer.
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My friends had always been transparently envious of Molly, even if they weren’t verbalising this. But it was obvious.
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That was Jesus! I think, grinning. He was in my dream.
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a child wields the star
oblivion,