we all need some confidence
he whispers
golden locks
and mushroom tops
shimmer until we pit
Woven hands
and a quiet heart
unbind it all
and crack the earth
Grey beach walks
are where we go to lie
To scream into the lacunas
that poke and prod
our murky skies.
Honeyed moments are always the goal
but too bad it wasn't what we were sold.
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