I asked for fewer walls, and you gave me a leash
with which to lead me places I never would have
found on my own, hidden inside me as they were,
how you've captured me a key to my own opening.
Or I Give Myself Very Good Advice, But I Very Seldom Follow It. Echo lives in a basement apartment, walls softened with photos, posters...
Start with putting your ego on a longer leash; you can't let it go entirely--why write if not to tell yourself about yourself--but it...
He says what I know of his body is all softness, but I know it's only as soft as the earth solid beneath my feet, an anchor when I might...
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