wanted a clear suicidal breath.
i locked my hair.
i loved you.
i fall behind.
i am not lost
i am just untangling
my wings.
then, my fairy
we can continue our
garden of empty walls
and full poems.
blushing old bride
came for the nearing heights to wait on the toe of our left cornered kiss; remember the suction of our peace? how often does it forget? I a...
