On the edges of the lake --
her long sleeves,
the roots dangle underwater
in newly innocent environments
they sink and they bob there
and we let them, laughing all the way
fishing for feelings and food the same
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Under the ancient elms
off the beaten path from where
mud bathes were taken by the monks
who lived there in sworn peaceful silence
they kneel and prayed
and we let them, keeping quiet all the way
praying for the tangles to stay that way for years to come
YOU ARE READING
oh the hue-manity
Poetrynow that katie isnt on wattpad, who will do my covers now? edit: after some long talks on the phone and i may of sold my soul to Katie (again) she agreed to make me a cover
