As if I could write you,
Like I knew you some other time or wanted to.
Drones of moisture, I feel it like heavy crafts of dew,
Poured, slow and over hours.
Open pourous capsules dripping with the thoughts of yesterday's ideas
Over, over, over, over, over, open, awe.
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 10:55 AM UTC
As if I could write you,
Like I knew you some other time or wanted to.
Drones of moisture, I feel it like heavy crafts of dew,
Poured, slow and over hours.
Open pourous capsules dripping with the thoughts of yesterday's ideas
Over, over, over, over, over, open, awe.
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