1880
6.53
22.ii.25
no such thing as
error
why any of this, ask
a cloud is never wrong
a bundle up bees’ worth, waxing
soil as it says and bury all doubts
those blue bolts were never anger
a lot of what you see is just sex
life is a rescue mission
worlds are under repair
we’ll just have to fall like a tree when it’s time
for now, we’ll put out these leaves and see
we’ll catch light just where we can
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