i must admit
i like to collect your thoughts
store them up
like pennies in a lace sock from my childhood
in the jewelry drawer, dusty
in translucent warmth
in the heart of the oaken chest
you collect, too,
so maybe I don’t feel as obvious
you collect words, save them for the time
and then bring them out to play
whenever the poems have come over.
the poems never call before they come
i love their irreverence and disregard for the bell
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Just a girl who wants some space to move around in.
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- b. wallace
- I value vision and believe that worthwhile living comes from eternal vision, vision like Forster's when he talks about the point in the wild blue yonder where the sky frees itself from blue...
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