following the quiet unwinding
of the strings
of the patches
of the sleeves
for the good of clearing the air
there settled a fine layer of dust
gold in color
stifling in pressure
and silent in insidiousness
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 11:21 AM UTC
following the quiet unwinding
of the strings
of the patches
of the sleeves
for the good of clearing the air
there settled a fine layer of dust
gold in color
stifling in pressure
and silent in insidiousness
things have been weird lately.
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