it is a plausible notion to be left inside. to be part of a potion which ebbs and slides beside a curtain burned. there are casual u-turns. there is pacing ‘round at heart. there’s a potent passing from beginnings, to start. and though you know there’s more to see. there’s less of you than there is of me. and so i am all weighted, mean. and so i am all mostly clean. and so i am a closet freak. and so i am all ghostly meek. so make me wanting. make me dream. so make me more than he.
good evening, all half-hearted
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