And there is nothing there! Not in any of them but you keep digging. Finding pieces of perspective love. Is that empathy you see?
Wait, that word he's used, sounds just like my father, no, ex-lover 2 times removed. Sounds something like nothing but syntax...gone wrong.
Keep digging.
Quiet is just a play on kindness and exhorbetent amounts of passion ensue in those that keep quiet, open mouths can run askew.
And that touch, dug up from the nursery in my old backyard, it feels like heaven not grime!
And those bruises you see, I don't look hard for them, my body intact, my mind sharp like theirs,
like men.
Shit,
my shovel broke.
Father, will you buy me some tape? And lover, will you mend what I brake?
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