beauty is an accident in the day
borrowed with permission
borrowed with permission
a cataclysm
we are ones feasting on leftovers
mouths wide with awe
and appetence
as skin tightens on our tired flesh
we find brilliant secret plots
of resurrection
homemade parade
if I could take today in my arms bewitchingly like a mother to carry it into the future to the world outside where I have yet to go in pe...
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