I’ve been busy weaving words onto cloth to make a cloak I can wear into dark forests to whisper poetry at the Moon and make her fall in love with me and sit amongst the branches of trees rustling the wind with my language and falling bump bump bump onto the ground to find metaphors shaking around me and shoving at my shoulders insistently because the world can tremble itself into rubble and no one will notice because you can stitch things together with just your mind and your fingertips and all of it will be entirely yours. 

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    her words. She’s a wonderful writer.
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