A Poem for Freedom
When my heart is open,
like blue,
like the morning sky,
there is also room
for (all of) you.
posted by name of the rose at 11:44 a.m.
soak the edge
The inside of thought is where everything teems and stirs with a thousand cracks is where the water meets the shore like threads pulled taut that soak the edge
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Lovely.
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