As I clean myself I try not to use the word wife I try not to use the word snipper.
As I clean myself I try not to use the word hygge I try not to use the word insane.
If I give you my hand it’s also my arm ect.
Could I reach deep down inside myself pull out the glory?
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It’s not a competition, it’s nature The sunlight can’t bless everything As the trees grow taller Their crowns cast shadows wider The forest floor flattens Giving way to larger mammals Further picking apart shrubbery That is until a fire blazes through A lifetime event changes everything In the nights blink…
For when I miss your little faces I run and run, I interlace us I power through these tiny spaces And mix them all in my own bases Damn! These laces!