The Lady of the Lambs, a Shepherdess of Sheep

Her flocks are thoughts. She keeps them white...
She holds her little thoughts in sight,
Though gay they run and leap.
She is so circumspect and right;
She has her soul to keep.
-- Alice Meynell

Tuesday

Is there anything I'm going to miss? A short testimony to my worth:

only now nothing is spoken.

the burning cigarette that catches your breath, the candle's flickered, flickered flame pouring over the bed.

"you look prettier when you laugh"...

"you look better, your bangs have gotten longer"...

"how's your mom?"




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$8.00                     


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X___Lover of Love ___


I'm good. I'm gone.

and the answer is.. not likely... not with that goodbye.


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