Ask about obscenities before you close your eyes
to part the tides of dreams for gleaming beams
falling flat without a shadow.
I've lost the ground but found the sound
you left me in the sky, never thinking
I could get this high.
I want you screaming confessions.
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i just want to let you know that i stop in every now and then to read your poems. they are great.
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