bone-backed. Racing my heart—racing thoughts of clearness and complicated karma. Good karma. You’re the best karma I’ve ever had. There, I said it. Dharma done. Atman clean. My soul lacks you I need your stars to crash into me Light me up I’m a building. I’m-a building. I’m-a building up to something, trying to tell you Somewhere— I think you’re beautiful. I think you’re beautiful.                            You’re a different poem every day.

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