dressed in shadowed blues,
ashed hues
you sigh --little whisper of wind from your
caves and you think it is
the deepest your chest
will ever sink
don't know how you sit, curved in
with that !sky overhead
Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 11:16 AM UTC
dressed in shadowed blues,
ashed hues
you sigh --little whisper of wind from your
caves and you think it is
the deepest your chest
will ever sink
don't know how you sit, curved in
with that !sky overhead
wish you would look up.
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