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[nauddynaddy]

YOU'Z A STAR (poem)

When it get nicer out n the fair come ta town,

Would ya go wimme?

When it get windy on a random day,

Would ya fly a kite wimme?

I ain flyed kites much,

Remember owning one as a kid

Can't remember flying it tho,

Can't be that hard

Ya Tryn come fly one wimme tho?

When it get ta nights where we can see the stars

Would ya go wimme?

When it get ta nights where we can see the stars and we go,

N its cold

Cuz it's jus a lil too windy outside

Like maybe we shoulda brought a kite wit us?

When it gets ta nights where we can see the sky

N you'z such a star, ya shine so bright

N the stars so bright

N it's one of dem windy kite nights

Would ya pull me in close, would ya do that?

Can I be ya someone to hold?

-BY NAT

[zanytyranttimemachine-blog]

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Instead of I thank thee lord, I thank thee lover... Like the skin trembles Between storm cloud And sky. Like honey stone light, Eternal sap sways time with all The psy forests survival. A compassion between arrivals, Between mover and moved, The rapid and the rock... Oh our curling flowing Universe Likewise to underground To give death meaning is touch, Is her silken dream... #thedirtythirty2021 #day4 #touch #unityconsciousness #oneuniverse #thankfulness #poetryofig❤ #poetryoflight #poemsabouttrees #poemsforher #poetrymagick #poetrytribe #poetrylover #poemoflonging #poetryandgod #poemsofnow #herepoetry #poem #poet #poetsofig #melbournepoetry #melbspokenword (at Ferntree Gully, Victoria) https://www.instagram.com/p/CNTAvTtHELT/?igshid=1o96a16ipp9i3

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My pronoun is our dream. A love-dance intersection. I love kissing your nape already, I just need to remember the time there. Trees and birds talk with me, I want to tell you what you know they say while enjoying soft cheeses and wine. Love. All adventure is zen. We could also enjoy being the light in the city, or meander round without our bodies and become a festival. I'm literal. Lateral. Let's consciously relate this. All lovers are poets and old wise magick users in disguise. #lovepoetry #lovers #magick #wineandcheese #poetsdaily #poets #poetryoftime #poemoflonging #poemofig❣️ #poemsofinsta #poemsofinstagrams #whoareyou #romance #sacredrelationship #bioluminescence #feelingromantic #dreamingofyou (at Ferntree Gully, Victoria) https://www.instagram.com/p/CLbqUigHblO/?igshid=1qxra02euja2m

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