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impossible love

Posted to Action Poetry

you are the period inside my question mark the river that inspects intricate big bugs of butane tanks accepting wedding gifts bar mitzvah oo la la the faces in the places of the spaces between the forged checks intimate meanderings on the white dots and inside wall paper the coos became qs and now the as the river turns not necessary but oh so forbidden all is confession things needed to be said less likely spoken