Sep 19
Last night I dreamed of rippling
turquoise
and sybaritic rhythms
as if
I was in my own echo chamber
made
of sea glass shaped
like a giant
tongue
turquoise
and sybaritic rhythms
as if
I was in my own echo chamber
made
of sea glass shaped
like a giant
tongue
Written by
Whit Howland
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