#getcareless

I often think (I think) That you don’t think of me. If you thought of me (I think) I’d probably think more of you. (I think) Me; is a word that isn’t thought by who.

If I thought of you, I think it would be certain (I think) you (i) think thought me.

The rising sun peeks (shyly staring) through your eyes. Morning: a twilight, a fire.

The flames touch me, reaching out as night recedes that hid behind closed doors (of which I rest) into a light abyss.

I breathe you, letting in stars planets fighting nothing for I've already fought and learned lost and loved. The day goes by (shyly) and I return to Night.

Edible art and favourable odds, couldtaste sweeterthan honeycoated jackpotrevenge. Play your cards right then a rinse, handwash.

People are afraid to let things happen, In steep low escapades, dim black den. In, explore now don't think back then. In hexed doors how hope sinks, have when We realize more than rhythm and rhyme, In steel eyes stored through winter and summertime.        

You are stone steps quickly fastening measured nail.

In an arcade shop loosely grinning pleasured male.

We have one oil stained shirt, following a leopard trail.

And we know it hurts us when our feeble efforts fail.