*Blews*
1.
Horrible life, one that
Splits a blade
With a glance
Two thumbs on each hand.
Beautiful life, two that
Smile at sore
Weather, beaten
By rain; stare it down,
Keep moving,
Stick around.
(And now the head hurts. Nothing
Is larger than life. How
Could it be, conflated inflation
Of presence. "Ghost"
Is apathy courted by tenacity,
The shadow of fresh air
Cut in two by light
To lend the lung
Reprieve
"How do you know what you know
And who
To believe...?"
2.
Leave me be, woman.
Tell me a banjo died.
A flute.
Do something.
Begin again.
Or some other
Contradiction...
*
1.
Horrible life, one that
Splits a blade
With a glance
Two thumbs on each hand.
Beautiful life, two that
Smile at sore
Weather, beaten
By rain; stare it down,
Keep moving,
Stick around.
(And now the head hurts. Nothing
Is larger than life. How
Could it be, conflated inflation
Of presence. "Ghost"
Is apathy courted by tenacity,
The shadow of fresh air
Cut in two by light
To lend the lung
Reprieve
"How do you know what you know
And who
To believe...?"
2.
Leave me be, woman.
Tell me a banjo died.
A flute.
Do something.
Begin again.
Or some other
Contradiction...
*
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the tea dessert thing is sooooooo good. it really has a nice chai taste, not too strong with a bit of caramel swirled through and chocolate chips. somebody knew what they were doing making it!!! great combo in my opinion!