some say it's dust...but i know betterA Poem by Steevenwhat
schematics estimates of love like gallons of paint to cover a room systematic balance might be desired to coat the ambiance of your skin, i so desire?
no matter the multitude of blinks
you gave your eyes to me all their life-crinkles ...time wrinkles... too much Aldous and prisms paint and brush when now nearest touch is farthest from me
no there is no time is there?
i could answer but my pretence of -pre-occupied- would fall like hyroglyphics as our picyune cellular attempts end in open-ended texts.
we try as we both see fit.
my fmily missing beginning know youknow vowels...
keeps it tight circle vows under drapes ...except the fact i lost my temper
but you don't want to kn ow o u don't.
just fudge and sea same county...
a grass eating contest bet the wrong goat,
for as many flowers as Wordsworth wrote...
i sing the symphany of nectar and honey.
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