write this
emmer effer
a pretend genius broadsuction
some days are better than none
Unrest
B.E. Webster
Open Eyes
I’m missing your closeness
The sheet covered in frost from lack of
Warmth
Black Sheep
I’m counting
Exiled from your graces
Wasn’t I your amazing?
Tossing, no salad greens
Turning, no valid means
To rest
You terrorize me
In the moonshine
Even affect me
In the noontime
I’m exhausted
My heart strings
Frostbit
Out of tune
How do I soothe
My mind
To snooze
Never you mind
I resign
To unrest
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