E E D and Her Garden

E.E.D. AND H3R GARD3N With air so cold you kept me warm so, mill of hooks- butteries so drunk cocoons whose kissing stings unbearably what a turn// what a turn\\ In the skies so blue (that nobody could ever know) in the fetid wombs of vacuum black air so lost under granted under pines in summer wouldn't you know it she couldn't show it i would give everything i own i would give all of my art and heart just to have you just to touch you once again --and though she tried to love the one //wouldn't you know it she wouldn't show it. And we go through life and i feel she left a diary in a long-ago garden and wouldn't you know it ; she told of it and so sweet things she wrote of...love. :: 03-26-2016::