The title was bore after an Avett Brothers song, for Dillon
A unique poem, non traditional
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The warmth of my tea, How lovely at six a.m. Oh! The little things.
No implications, Did I notice at the time, Only the key strokes.
Tried to meditate, too many different people, are inside my head.
Last Night. Was the first night I had a thous… Perforating with tender thoughts i… Last Night. Was the the first night, in my lif…
‘I’ am the lifeless infinite. ‘I’ am the sun, perforating throug… ‘I’ am a strawberry moon. But what is I?
It feels much less like a kick in… but a slap in the face, I would say ‘fuck it’, but it wouldn’t adequately represe… that was lacked in,
Can I just have slow sex, Long talks, Lengthy poems, And everyday walks.... Can I have running through the wo…
Can I just have slow sex, Long talks, Lengthy poems, And everyday walks, Can I have running through the wo…
You never loved me, Only the taste of my name, As it lingered on your slithering… Falling out, dripping, With poisons of promises,
I can’t say I know, The bed where you lay, The shape, color, and patterns, That makes up your day, I can only say now,
I never thought I could crave a s… Like the one that sits across your… Distinctly scraped from the corner… Made in depths of dreams and forei… Its own presence, reflecting galax…
I’m not a side dish, I’m not a left—over, you can’t put me away, you can’t save me for later, as with all things,
Despite the rips in between the se… I can’t escape my bones, I can’t fight the dreams, So I wait but, I can’t manage to speak,
You collect calluses, Like precious gems, Revering their form, Keeping them close, And if it wasn’t for me,
She melds into the rhythm, listening for a heartbeat, escaping into the fumes, her thoughts incomplete. She escaped through the cracks,