hush she coos
the west is nearing
the sky leaves sullen traces
angels weep a tepid rain over
graves of stoney colored flowers too wounded to proceed wherein
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words less spoken 
Beautiful!
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Thanks for reading and visiting friend
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Beautifully composed…
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Thank you kindly friend xo
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This is a gorgeous verse M💙
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Thank you so much friend 🙂
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Very visceral, I particularly like the fourth line.
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Thanks Daniel 🙂
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Too wounded for what?
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To be happy and whole
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Thanks…
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So what’s LA like? I had a DJ/electrical engineering friend who was from LA. We went to some clubs and a rave together once.
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Like Frisco kinda but with conservative enclaves
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Oh! That’s sweet! =D
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I live in NorCal btw.
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