

ticklesome heartsyou are theticklesome hearts
blossom that I mistake for snow that tickles my nose
and makes me sneeze, then you are the bless you, bless you, bless you again when these things come in threes.


I loved a grocer, once.I didn't need to eat my carrots to see that you were a liar.I loved a grocer, once.


Speed Isn't EfficiencyWaxy messages ruin the steamed up mirrors in the shower, the message comes again written in blades of grass on my doorstep with a letter that made it to me with just 'Lizzy Button, United Kingdom' on the envelope.Speed Isn't Efficiency
Just stay there while I think (but I don't have time) cogs speeding and bolts snapping, sparks emerge and a fire blazes insurance says no but the clocks are still ticking decisions made, regret is born and feeds on time.


From a...intoFrom a cheerful brilliance into a shocked and stricken son there was a gradual transition a slip into another from medicinal prescriptionFrom a...into
From a joyful cunning into a caution-mindful station there was a change of motivation a segue into secrecy at a lower elevation
From a clever anger into a pacifist insistence there was a restless new existence a swallowed bitterness that entered without much resistance
From a innocence divine
into a knowing quite primeval there was a gradual upheaval but no chance of a selfsame soul retrieval.


Due toDue to a factor unbecoming there was no connection where and when it should have occured this factor never showed to the general population something you hid and marveled at in horror'd fascinationDue to
It's yours maybe one day someone will want it
Due to a sickness of your knowing you kept yourself alone in protective doings who cares if people think you're a bit detached they're not holding this feeling inside
It's yours maybe one day someone will want it
Due to a comprehensive lack of loving a large hole appeared within your soul pain
You're still the rockinest snazziest niftiest being on this DA planet!
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Across the face of the Earth, her ruby cheeks shone; Winds of whisper buried seeds of rumor, made her secret well grown.
you're still making me chuckle belly laughs
That makes me happy to hear.
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Across the face of the Earth, her ruby cheeks shone; Winds of whisper buried seeds of rumor, made her secret well grown.
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That thou mayest be everything
seek to be nothing.
~St. John of the Cross
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