we were encounters of some other kind or form, nature. really, i was full of it like a new baby dropped on the bathroom floor. we were stages of development. a series of giving empty. a love song with a common name you grew up with, but never heard anyone call, ask for. in the aisle of the grocery store you were a bodhisattva, hungry & i was helpless, eager to be. ✱✱✱
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