Button drops over- all’s well that ends well, un- less the stork dies.
Button drops over- all’s well that ends well, un- less the stork dies.
Brush teeth, comb black hair, eat breakfast, take medicine, change clothes, pack backpack.
What thin paper dolls we are! Toys for dear Eros and sweet Thanatos.
Steel toed boots stomp down upon my head, I cry out as my skull is crushed.
Helium gases hydrogen dust collapsing into gravity.
Her warm hand clasping his tear-drenched prickly chin like matching puzzles.
Late winter storms steal the promise of springtime heat yet still the plants bloom.
Wet footprints in pairs weave through traffic together, evaporating.
Simple poetic forms are deceptive, treat with caution poets.
Loneliness is a cherry blossom picnic set underneath the trees.
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