love ya

for
for for
for for for
for lights
for seas
for dreams
for your head whiffling
off the whistle stalled
off the coast of the
broad coating
brought upon
by the whistling lift
arranged by
alphabet
or perhaps
altruism
to contrite
hearts
livered
beneath
live like
an organ
donor’s sweetest melody.

i mind.
i might.
i milling about
like a decapitation
in the morning
with a range of
thoughts
and no teeth
to guide them towards
the sweeter
kissing lips
of my limping
criminal wishing.

so so so.
so so so.
so so so.

love ya.
xox,
m.

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