the sky is clear
the trees are green
can you hear it?
summer is about
to arrive
YOU ARE READING
(untitled) -- a collection of experimental poetry [COMPLETE]
Poetrymy keyboard is a minefield. my mind is broken glass. when my body bursts apart, the shards catch light and look like blinking stars. ( 1 year of poetry )
june / december
the sky is clear
the trees are green
can you hear it?
summer is about
to arrive
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