come over my
hill of warmth:
knuckle isn't against;
explore edge
you aren't too tiny insect
to invite, I flower
Author notes
this correlates well with how I felt tonight wondering where a spider was as I got to wanting to visit it not just go to the faucet, like sides of working on new project. we don't want them invisible as silk lines always sort of when bush covers them or season...
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good luck doesn't break me from inferior way
please celebrate comment with reality
so no emoticons nor the applause
though rose is for a tip of our tongue or nose
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