mikes angel
Invisible InkInvisible InkInvisible Ink
Thought and heart impress themselves, And mark the virgin page. Shadow wrings his gauzy form, To give them sense and life. Whispers, tears, the occasional smile, All asking to be conveyed. Knowing few will view the work. The ink on white runs clear.
A Triangle CaseA Triangle CaseA Triangle Case
A uniform hangs pressed in the closet,
My mind and heart find it hard to fathom. To whom does it belong. That name on the tag I recognize. That uniform can't be yours.
A triangle case sits on the mantle, A flag with three corners to fit, A pair of white gloves folded like hands, A flower from your bed all held within. Blind hate for the price of that fool's dream. This uniform can't be yours.
Just recently I brought you home, Just a bundle of squirm in my arms. You were my world, my life, The lynchpin of how I saw ha
Seven days and Counting from today
Content
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When in doubt, listen to Dylan.
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love thyself
i lost the game
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