…Something (II) Ssad…

No script to seek
No orchards or brambles
No doors to hide
No crazy straw

sounds familiar, looks comfortable
looks irregular, sounds similar

Onto the next request
Last lines still a mess
Head rested on my chest
The way it’s always been

If I write it down, is it not sight unseen

It’s not home until I flutter


xo

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