.
*he lays
perfectly still,
with his back,
one with the ground.
his hand,
tracking the cadence
in his chest,
as he
milks poetry
out of the moon.*
.
Apr 19, 2021
Apr 19, 2021 at 7:59 AM UTC
.
*he lays
perfectly still,
with his back,
one with the ground.
his hand,
tracking the cadence
in his chest,
as he
milks poetry
out of the moon.*
.
