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Be soft, ooze honey
Shaking off the deep slumber that comes with a dream
Second chances with different names.
I took the phone off the hook— I’m out in the backyard taking a ten, wanting the company of a spliff, rolled by just the right person
Red danish poppies that smell like fresh mountain air.
Magic
I go in and out of miracles, but am still witness to all the signs. I didn’t bother to learn any other languages, and sometimes find myself deep in thought. I’ve been waking up to in the middle of the night, trying to decode my dreams and wake up to loopy cursive words layered atop eachother. Everything can be a sign if you follow your dogma diligently enough.
Warmly,