! ≛ ، dolor wrapped needle bones
sheathed in paper skin / june all but
silent by rustling of troubles and
terrors / sour sap from aches spume
on eye sockets / hollow heart drought
upon skies of yearn / july, come as
honey combed: imbued in musings,
the weaving in dreams //
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cobblebones
Apr 28, 2023 11:52AM
have to do a critique paper for one of the stories in canterbury tales im not excitedView all Conversations
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glum woven gossamers laced my bones marrow-ing my wan soul. reality limped reverie dancing me and i am never...
