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My life is weak sauce. Not bad for what it is, but still.
You exemplify gloriously what I’m not even close to having:
11 years 1 week ago
The first time she tells me,
I stand at the baker’s table,
wrist deep in flour,
water, and cultures of yeast.
11 years 1 week ago
I used to watch him from a distance
For I knew my feelings for him could never come into existence
11 years 1 week ago
The love that never dies
The tears shed are dried
You come the doors are pried
To the heart I tried to hide
11 years 1 week ago
Are not we young with time to live,
With many years of love to give.
Although warm pleasures might grow old
11 years 1 week ago
You are made of:
sticks and stones and
the velvet of every cloud you could ever touch.
11 years 1 week ago
My shattered heart like a glassware puzzle.
In pieces too small to even fathom repair.
11 years 1 week ago