summer ages with
a sudden hour
thin and
sun-softened
words follow
like leaves
each their own
separate turning
my sister tells me
what i don't remember
morning softens
bleeding into
a new light
and she begins
again
Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 10:12 PM UTC
summer ages with
a sudden hour
thin and
sun-softened
words follow
like leaves
each their own
separate turning
my sister tells me
what i don't remember
morning softens
bleeding into
a new light
and she begins
again
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