3.
Picture:
smog pilfers
away some stars;
some cars
my words
Silence:
like a pinch, a piercer,
a piercing
Little winter:
a pistachio
salty, sweetly
confined a bead
I crack the door open
I eat it up
Clock:
a pistil
in it
time incubates
This lamplight
is like a pineapple
I want to write, write, write
Nov 25, 2022
Nov 25, 2022 at 2:49 AM UTC
3.
Picture:
smog pilfers
away some stars;
some cars
my words
Silence:
like a pinch, a piercer,
a piercing
Little winter:
a pistachio
salty, sweetly
confined a bead
I crack the door open
I eat it up
Clock:
a pistil
in it
time incubates
This lamplight
is like a pineapple
I want to write, write, write
28/10/2022
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