Beneath the blue,
Between blooms: a breath.
She begins to believe
Like before,
Every wish fell out of the sky,
Star hot
Like angels,
And left her
In a golden smile moment,
It is as if true love could follow.
(Fridge poems) 11.01.2019
I'm found wanting weighted and waiting This lack in me when you looked to see If I was all That I should be I wanted And so I had not I...
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