little things done there.
little things tear at seams;
little things wear down thick wooden beams.
little things, my heart does not want you.
little things, my heart did not mean to buy you.
still, i collected you so easily,
i didn't think to save space.
you took up so little
having more did not seem like much.
little things wear down thick wooden beams.
eating through supports;
rushing out reports-
whispering to the devils who transport
little things
into hearts
whose spaces seem inviting- eager to be filled.
but are more vacuous, ignorant; stubborn and still.
little things done here.
little things done there.
little things breach across poorly drawn lines
making me have to care.
little things. i did not mean to buy you.
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