My trajectory
But for the lot of Gravity
Upon branches as corpuscles divinely drawing
The blood work into ORGANS:(n)
1) those unsteady agreements of chemistry warring
Seeping into the lea of each moment
We wince
As sunlight finds its way in
Jul 30, 2018
Jul 30, 2018 at 10:26 AM UTC
My trajectory
But for the lot of Gravity
Upon branches as corpuscles divinely drawing
The blood work into ORGANS:(n)
1) those unsteady agreements of chemistry warring
Seeping into the lea of each moment
We wince
As sunlight finds its way in
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