blathes
raze
sometimes
they're
conversations.
sometimes
they're
monologues.
sometimes
they're
letters_unsent
.
sometimes
they're
stories
.
sometimes
they're
poems
.
sometimes
they're
dreams
.
sometimes
they're
memories
.
sometimes
they're
prayers
.
sometimes
they're
jokes
.
some
are
ongoing_blathes
,
while
others
stand_still
.
some
are
crowded rooms,
and
some
are
as
empty_as_a_winter_tree
.
they
aren't
really
pages
or
posts
.
they're
segments
of
our
souls
in
stasis
,
red
as
the
grenadine
that
makes
our
bodies
run
.
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what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from