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Sometimes I feel like I’m living my life in terror I imagine this incessant, loud, sound of popping I fear that my life will end up being a sad editorial My life and sins hung on a pole No amount of crying or declaring Will keep my life from sinking into the deep purple SoContinueContinue reading “Pole Popping Purple Terror”

Everything wanna be loved That is something I have yet to see Isn’t true of all of you and me. While we hope the sun will shine We hope that long days will not also turn into long lonely nights. Even the trees that sway That longing never goes away. As flowers bloom Breaking freeContinueContinue reading “Everything Wanna Be Loved”