Poems from kybf

It falls and dances, this mass of air that roams around me. Shapeless and graceful the mass meets this cold November sweat, which trickles...
Maybe it was the May heat that got to you; the sweat made your finger slip off the trigger. Maybe it should have been two bottles rather...
Between the happy and sad, the pride and disappointment, one finds themself believing in God, the great equalizer. Not out of desperation...
Her
She is the wind that blows through me on a summers night, in May. She may be the sun, or the ocean or sky, but no matter how hard, how hard...
She lies awake; not a wink or not separates her focus from the ceiling. An orange lay next to her, rotting, smelling how she feels. No...

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