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Danielle Ott is my best friend, she sends me poetry on Thursday.
UNTITLED
the grey: apps stretch, from sea; to
sea
HE came with a fero[city]
THAT; yearns to-lift-heart
(numb) pain the, strings collapse
and the green. neeDless e,dge
OvercOme lIpstIck StainS red; on; napkin
make, Hawaii-my. heart= march durable
she also wrote "a happy little poem here, about the tinkling of the cloud's first rain over the brims of the hats of my brethren" but that one is much too personal. You know, that whole sweeping me off my feet onto a silver horse while admiring the "steeliness" of my butt. She also admits we must share the same brown mother but it does NOT make the relationship incestuous.
I spent today hiking around in the woods, laying in the sun and reading 1984.
UNTITLED
the grey: apps stretch, from sea; to
sea
HE came with a fero[city]
THAT; yearns to-lift-heart
(numb) pain the, strings collapse
and the green. neeDless e,dge
OvercOme lIpstIck StainS red; on; napkin
make, Hawaii-my. heart= march durable
she also wrote "a happy little poem here, about the tinkling of the cloud's first rain over the brims of the hats of my brethren" but that one is much too personal. You know, that whole sweeping me off my feet onto a silver horse while admiring the "steeliness" of my butt. She also admits we must share the same brown mother but it does NOT make the relationship incestuous.
I spent today hiking around in the woods, laying in the sun and reading 1984.