The music child tasting the sound
Tucking myself into this moment
As Jupiter lies under my bed
A slender moon brushes my cheek
Pine cone fingers made of blood root sap
Lace fireflies collect their thoughts in the silver maple trees
Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 10:55 PM UTC
The music child tasting the sound
Tucking myself into this moment
As Jupiter lies under my bed
A slender moon brushes my cheek
Pine cone fingers made of blood root sap
Lace fireflies collect their thoughts in the silver maple trees
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