Peach lingers as sunlight falls
and behind, has even painted
grey clouds happier
and I try to inhale seven,
exhale eleven,
but the frantic black-wire
gut-froth won’t tire
today
Jan 10, 2021
Jan 10, 2021 at 11:32 AM UTC
Peach lingers as sunlight falls
and behind, has even painted
grey clouds happier
and I try to inhale seven,
exhale eleven,
but the frantic black-wire
gut-froth won’t tire
today
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