They’re quite like two men I know
who keep a steady rhythm:
chill, seldom prone to outbursts,
could be mistaken for low throttle
on occasion.
Odd they’re drawn to me,
a site of thunderous weeping
and murderous applause.
How do you ground the notion of love? First you connect two to three hearts with battery wires, ensuring they are fastened tight enough to z...
Nature seeks balance, that union of opposites, he she me you it, words, all words
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