ThreadbareA Poem by Maglia Weaver TwillThreadbare Soon it will be over. I have all the dimes I need. I have all the vocabulary I need. Rules are driving us forward. Do you think you understand? You understand, but can we understand something new today. I gave to much advice, torn dresses, torn fabrics for crafts, or just the ripping obnoxious beats say if Elizabeth says “if” say oneself Eliza says “oneself” spelling isn’t important they say east is no better than west best truths are no better than just truths believe in something and when your beliefs change let’s express ourselves and inspire ourselves to do something much better need nakedness, despise the ugly theories that create misunderstanding and error, although you won’t know how you are failing though I’m walking ten feet off the ground someone won’t get me out of here, it’s nice here Elizabeth is the prettiest name, I don’t want to stop it’s a hope a belief in speed of successive attempts, to get hearing the same words over and over. It’s not a theory, it’s just the observation first, whatever you can remember sometimes there is a dryness to sickness eastern star is an order community is an organization to bring about a purpose creative accepting, opposing, different, dispel the incorrect theories revel in the minutest expressions, when you were tired, most tired that was minimalism everything is dry up see eccentric creatures call animal trainers, they overly bothered by those rivers teeming with life © 2014 Maglia Weaver Twill |
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