Real beauty
comes from with-in,
as it slowly eats away
at your insides,
until it escapes, and
attacks your family.
“Zizzy in the Breeze”
by Robert Trefcer
Tag: Heart
Who am I to tell the rain to go away?
Anyone who has ever
claimed that
sound cannot exist in a vacuum
has tried to sleep
past nine a.m. at a motel.
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