Poems from caycarr

Doesn't it feel good to touch the crashing waves the spiral of this notebook forms like a meteor pinballing each star past where long-...
I've been granted a garden but I'm picking petals off flowers you never gave me to place on my face so whenI see you at Walgreens you won'...
Love is a four letter word & I've been worked into a novel. There are whole libraries of letters and bracelets and promise rings...
"I have sea foam in my veins I understand the language of waves" it's so fortunate: You're the eye of the storm & I won't ever board...
The hummingbirds are still whirring their wings to that coronal metronome. Sending shivers through the shrapnel in an intrinsic trance...

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