Actually able,

but bottled my best.

Creating a circumference of

dialect due.

Everything ends in

false fragrance with

gratitude gradually


I instigated my invisibility.

Just jotting a

killer out of myself.

Loving loneliness.

Maybe more


open over

predetermined perspectives.

Quiet, my queen.

Rest assured,

subtle synchronicities 

tie into his touch.

Under unforgettable

violent broken vases

with wind pushing me away.

Xenon is

Yesterday’s yearnings.

Zephyr zips my sorrows.

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