were you crowned with favor
lined with rose shaped paper

billions of stars yet eternal darkness
gardens of gold for the harvest

walk over fields of dead nettle
festival bowl filled with petal

are you responsible for the heavens receding
like when you and i were meeting?

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here and there but not as often (more like ‘hey, still here’)

found your name nestled near my heart

near 1 am snap. hope to find a husband that looks at me the way he looked at me. hope to find a husband.

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