when the words ran out the feelings rushed in when the rivers ran dry the depths of the dirt arose when the sea foamed the weeds roamed the shore each essence cringed and craved and cloyed and crept to claim its self forgetting that why it felt bereft was because what it had left wasContinueContinue reading “left out”
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make less
do not suppress nor shrivel in regress but do make less make less of more peel away all the lore until left with the core pluck every petal expose each prickly nettle until you are left with only what settles the essence the innocence the incense of life