Feelings from the past
Dredge them up
Rebuke is half a victory
Bitterness is half a defeat
You can't choose your volunteers
They are number one
But they make me shout at fire
Please light the furnace with your breath.
Someday the moon will burn like the sun
And the carrion birds will arrive
But for now my mind and heart wait without feeling
I learned this slowly
Give up what is advertised
Stop trying
Fabric sandbars separate me
But I suggest you resist the exit
Further back
Hug a pillow in the sunshine
Rainbows on my cat
Return to the womb
Building anger ignored
Naked barbies
Office sadness
I don't want to hug a pillow
My identity
Learn how to hang up
Dominate
Escape all identity
My purpose was to listen
A purpose-driven life.
Comforter
Down, All in All.
A good month for a bad month
An even trade hangs in the balance
A caravan to nowhere
To a beach of abandoned umbrellas
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