

jujureaching suspended again the crush of blacks on the floor across this domain I prepared for the splendor but found a desolaion that I would not speak of the fans still hummed all night and the purple shadows cursed at the blues it was I think an annihilation of tenderness and abandon I can still craddle the soft and gentle catjuju
but there is only the purring a vibration of texture and sound the length of this very song? endless


Gravitasdeep thinker blase pistol memento perched on my burnt shoulder shudder at thinks I said sad at prayers untended milk for the remainders sent milk for the stars bent I miss my premonitions my ouiji outbursts since the salmon run I am a shell out the rivers mouth into deep black cold water.Gravitas


Comfortit is not this scent of absinthe but the wine that wanderedComfort
across my lips many summers ago
it is not the melody you play for me but the song
I have forgotten
it is not your winsome eyes but the girl with one blue and one green on the train to lennox who for the two hour trip looked up only once
it is not what I hold in my hand but what I lost in the fire
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