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all the shaking you cover up/pressed under skin like a hiccup.

oh slow now, honey-pop, sugar-rain. (Just a silly little poem)

So, Alice, Alice, will you take my hand?

what do I want?

Fall in love with no reservation.

I feel in my heart, a wheel turning like the cogs of a clock steadily churning,

take the last bit of clay hands and grab those six words like an anthem of my mind

this is a very short piece I wrote after a break up.

for you, the moon hides behind the whispered prayer so that it may over hear the words you long to sing.

there's this thread, this tie between my heart and your eyes, like a telescope, you look in: