so open and grateful for lov(e)in' soul.

[mosh_misfit]

stamps i'd bake Space cakes and then

we could be flying.

Ear hairs tousled, our

necks curled like cute giraffes,

resonating love.

Clarity is no

key to heart, my years counted

on fingers and toes.

Say to this kid, I.

Allure and exude smile

with defying teeth.

Hope to wake a mess.

This clothing has me sandwiched

in my room, dancing.