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righteous jugheads

Posted to Poetry




be me
my silent friend
my beautiful

we were the air
easily
floating in the mist

time slept
graceful, watching
serene as we were

i drink down
with you, with i
swim through throats and throats

your gift was I-
ageless as rivers flow
solitary and eternal

keep me sill
keep me sane
hold me needless-
forever