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the chapters we stopped writing, subtly smeared like a B r e e z e the words we never uttered, all forgotten like a B r e e z e crushed ice, some bitter grapefruit, drowned with vodka like a B r e e z e enjoy the subtle solace of those berries like a B r e e z e breathe on an empty stomach of love poems like a B r e e z e love with a puzzled mind, ruby caresses like a B r e e z e a new unwritten chapter unpublished opus— w r i t t e n B r e e z e gone --- with the s e a B r e e z e . . . fun thing is, it wasn't e v e n a c o c k t a i l N I G H T
do you think i should let go now and stop picking up those fallen leaves? i loved collecting them for my vintage album as inspired by that magical bond i a l w a y s cherished, embraced, yet n e v e r e v e r saw flourish, (d i d i j u s t i m a g i n e i t . . .?) the touch of those leaves still feels too raw i t s t i r s m y s o u l n a k e d yet, I keep hoping for the day i’ll see your handsome tree s t a n d i n g t a l l and, finally, and, s u r e l y, f o r e v e r g r e e n
puppy love is what she wanted poppy sadness what she got infinite bond but u n r e q u i t e d a dark smudged line across your n a k e d skin
LannaZee 