#dylan seto

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if I let the rain fall between the margins of the page, I will fail.

because your breathe in crescendos,        dissipate life into swans and take flight above    the pillars we built as kids underneath crimson light, I no longer claim this land,    instead, I opt to wander these plains. I am a free man and I do    as I goddamn        please, I plea to Gods to give me the strength    of the past, present and future, I still see ourselves in the window sill, mornings I use to fill scratching    your back, now    empty.

Indecent words trapped behind my tongue I could shoot at you like a pellet gun, but goddamn, I'm a gentleman.

empty page again blotched ink -- draw myself into battle i wonder

I feel feel-y feels filling me with feelings of fulfillness.