

Reach out hands for love-kissReach out your hands for love-kissReach out hands for love-kiss
Nostalgia promises in holy offered love
(me) songs, foam and holy songs
(of me).
You, out and taken, Sees that hand. Love is
me, me, me. Youme (which?) are sure.
We're sure we've got to
get a grip. Nostalgia (which?) before crowds tendered hands, watches hermehis love in this.
Go out, have the me show, get me his and slipped;
leaning,
she words out
Kiss.
Me who were holy, me who have revolutions,
Repeating the fake his and he


Looking at socksStanding in a room, looking at socksLooking at socks
I found myself worrying
about the colour of my socks
and on noting such an extraneous worry,
I found myself worrying
about why I found myself worrying
about
the colour of my socks.
Right now
I find myself worrying
about why I found myself worrying
about why I found myself worrying
about
the colour of my socks,
and, right now,
I find myself worrying that Imayonedayfindmyselfbeginningoneofthesechainsofthoughtandnever
END.
xo!
--
an antique arms and armor expert
--
a. crow cowboy candycane ghost(hh)
xo!
--
an antique arms and armor expert
and welcome to DA
xo!
shane
--
an antique arms and armor expert
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