threaded through thursday you'll find me ripe for
friday and hours of you
a weekend of nights and coffee and stars
and the parts that are well
and the parts
that are not
and everything still perfect
for me
just so you know
we remain
the rubies in the sky of the sky
whether the sun cries or dies
and even when the rain comes
especially when the rain comes
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parallaxis
Poetryparallax /ˈpærəˌlæks/ noun 1. an apparent change in the position of an object resulting from a change in position of the observer 2. an appar...
