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run it

gun it

shoot it

shot it

sunk it

dunked it

leave leave leave me be

I like to watch leaves as they’re falling- slow motion- Beauty and the Beast

butterflies delicate wings little lives

what’s the album I need on repeat?

hot stuff since I was when

special daughter

cocky

father

crying in the batting cages too dark to play, anymore- my bad.

i’m stupid and now i’m sad

blame the fire

for wanting more

because I refuse what’s in front of me

actually! equates to luxury

dude ^_−☆

my voice blue crackled static gurgled my words and hurled positivity and laughter-. you get it – I don’t question it – I am okay

more than

greater than

kids schools

listen to pride

proud happy lover

death dying drying dried out died

chemicals in sprays from the man

I said hello in my head

we had a moment -.|.- what are we doing here.?

is my wolf blue or pink

green or purple

orange or yellow ???

apple and cherry

rain bath Vitamin E shower

wood chops the tree trunk

I have a chunk of palm in the front

shave saw decorate

key lime pie not cheesecake

fast keys

tippy tappy

mighty scrappy

Lexi

confirmed like check mark Nike

wings on shoes

delivering of messages

mythology – lore

four more

sludgy, sloppy

time doesn’t care

it’s easier

splendid splendor

repetition like grinding

teeth

dirt blankets me in tree words

the vibrations of leaves

as they hang in the wind

connected by webs

crossed the finish line

I went for a walk

sat in the sunshine

watched the sky light dip –

behind the sticky palms

sickly , dying

crackle light rays

seeing Beauty

staring at the white orb in auras so bright

in golden locks

shining hovering layers with not a cloud in the sky-.

two firm Palm trees

bottle nose dolphin

Old News – Traumazine – New Testament Psalms

zine-3-portal-yellow-time-machine

Hurricane Love Forgiveness House

earlier, today, this week or more I felt the Hurricane

craved wanted more Love

I choose forget not Forgiveness

God’s job- living in this House

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giving to the wind of the Hurricane

Bubble up like Soda Pop Love

I know I am God I know I am Forgiveness

yearning my Home not a House-.

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when age is where – eye – Hurricane.

how could I forget Love?

bricks built a house of Forgiveness

in my imagination: a Home ; sensationally: a House

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Florida , August, season of the Hurricane

that was the day I was sad: too much; Love

I don’t want-to hold in my heart; Forgiveness

I built it pens, Notebook: My House. .