She came from the moon many years ago. She does not remember when, but it feels like yesterday. She is still learning about this world. Learn with her tenderly.
Sunday, September 29, 2013
dreams are buildings
dreams are buildings
towers are flowers
I am blossoming
towards the blue
your quaking is an aching
and I am fervent
for your hope
all words are evil
after you've used them twice
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