poetry

end timez

those funny things

you

thought they meant nothing but

they

were it all along

//

I’m pretty sure it happened

when we climbed that hill

I told those mountain

peaks

all about it.

//

she is soft and small

and does the things you do

you eat it right up

//

we once played the game

with our hands

“they are the same size”

“almost”

//

I like going to sleep

involuntarily

the sand man

pulls a fast one

and I have no

choice

//

how many apples are too many?

how many times can I play one song?

if ever we cross paths in the night

under future blown out stars

then will you tell me your

secrets?

//

Oh fuck this.

that’s all I have to say.

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