drug dealing my awkward
silences for detailed eyelashes
and we are still sleeping;
cure me with your cloudy
palms. birds feathering our
remorse and we believe in
our rooted chakras once again.
pardon my alive as i enter
this darkened sunrise.
preferred idle eyes
started creating paperback tears out of idle pen hands, and look where it took us. i've encountered space between us but I've blur...
