the plate
of moon and stars
smothering up the sky
the clique
of colossal hills
murmuring meekly
the one-
toned shadow
laying aloof on dirt
each one
never stops craving
for me. How ‘bout you?
don’t you
ever want to
follow me, too?
May 24, 2017
May 24, 2017 at 6:39 AM UTC
the plate
of moon and stars
smothering up the sky
the clique
of colossal hills
murmuring meekly
the one-
toned shadow
laying aloof on dirt
each one
never stops craving
for me. How ‘bout you?
don’t you
ever want to
follow me, too?
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