i don't love or like
but long
and whilst, you are an impartial
it was only a matter of time
the pockets full of posy's are overwhelming
i would miss them in the end
and though i try to bury them
my backyards full
of all the questions and answers i can find
i still don't know why you are here
and the spoon carves it's way
through my heart into my belly
as it runs through my marrow to the tips of my fingers
my dreams are never empty
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