Oct 2018
Like an ocean
churning
in a mason jar
I could not help
but spill over
in soft distillates
yielding
to the sea of love
left churning
within me
I was filling
to the brim-
going on empty.
churning
in a mason jar
I could not help
but spill over
in soft distillates
yielding
to the sea of love
left churning
within me
I was filling
to the brim-
going on empty.
(19/F/CA)
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