a creative writing blog

dinosaurs playin tetris wearin sketchers eatin checkers

the eiffel tower is bent over backwards,
but where i go, i bring that love with me.

the fields goldened by the sun; fears and sadness overcome.

we are never sound, dead is dead is dead,
from the toes, a shiver quakes a thought.

my hands are never steady, so i need you to hold them,
because the journey is more important than the destination.

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