still only love

[recycled_electrons]

a cups comfortie levels
no ice in my freezer snow in the ground

no ones home but us animals
in love with the sky

time in duluth

childrens game

i am the fronds unfurling in the sun
end of my rays the BAr

it holds us back
play your luck is never the answer with the stars in your face

[ultimateSupreme1]

this poem makes me think of the victimization of intimate will. truly a horror to behold