idle

Forest fire, careful with this
Come closer to let in feelings
Nourishment for baby’s eyes
Only candy, this is the first step.
Growing old, and savored as can be. The irony in being happy. So are we the last to go?
Just as small weeks go
The ice may melt but I’ve got a word to share with you.
Maybe we’ll be happy but will we ever know?

I can’t complain of capital shock
The irony is that its worse than I thought
You and I are very little few handshakes of post itinerary after the gulf
Slow tremors make house shake
Dismal but not inappropriate
Simple but not disproportionate
Idle as we were

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