List
If it moves, list it. List like the wind. Let nuances allow no truancies. List though all around you are losing theirs. List until you drop. List on, list on, with notes in your heart. List – and do you want to know a secret? - then list every heart: Loveheart, sweetheart, Lion, and Braveheart. Do not burn, screw, swallow, pulp, shred, or spurn.
Take heart; list, and all the world lists with you. List again like we did last summer.
Snap Dragons - when photos go wrong
A white rectangle. A Boot Hill of a thumb. This vertical shot of a shoe. A sundrench. An entirety of sky.
These blurs. But taken from where? Why do they keep me? Is there a hidden?
Then the crooked shiver diguised as a shrug – the fingers, interring the last of them
Pilip Bro hl utn 25
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