"K, here's your ride. Get your petals out and lay them in the aisle. Pretend you garden grows, and it's your own day to wed, we've found your man. He's drinking up. He's all-American, and he'll drive. He's volunteered with grace to end your life and tidy up. It's sad to hold, but leave your shell to us. You explode, you firefly, you tiny boat with oars, feather oars. The world tilts back and pours and pours and so, you satellite, you tidal wave. You're a big surprise and I've one more night to be your mother."
This signal interrupts baby's frequency not strong enough. Remain in my hands and smile. "We will miss you but in time you'll get settled and we will write."
beauty supreme. Yeah, you were right about me. But can I get myself out from underneath this guilt that will crush me and in the choir I saw our sad Messiah. He was bored and tired of my laments. Said, "I died for you one time, but never again."
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