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I would rather wear a string
of flowers than a string
of pearls.
I would rather not be married.
I would rather love you without 
a paper license.
I want us to say fuck the world
and to grow our hair long,
maybe tattoo our bodies with 
wise buddhist chants. 

I want us to get drunk together
and make love in a car together
and laugh at things
that make us want to give up
on life.

I want us to appreciate everything 
on this planet that we grow on.

I don’t want bills to govern us,
I don’t want society to govern us,
I don’t want blue-collar jobs
or gallons of money.

Let’s start a garden
where the grass refuses to grow.

Fallen...

I have fallen in love
With sad statues
And good books
And certain paintings
And Prague in the rain
And purple flowers
And playful kittens
And eager puppies
And you… And you.

Thundershower

Sometimes in my room at night
I shake to the sounds of thunder overhead.

But if I step into the dim porch light
and feel the raindrops
and see the sways of leaves shining momentarily
and everything illuminates in a silver sheen
for nothing more than a second—

and I think it’s the most beautiful thing.

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