I thought you were a hoarder,
I love stories about little things.
Turns out you have none for me anymore.
Aren't you the best?
You are and you cannot deny it,
who else would ever think of me this much
and then toss aside?
If only there was a vine with leaves as footholds to climb up to the very sun and dim it's light a little bit, would things in our universe be any different?
Tuesday, December 12, 2017
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