there is all this tissue before
The Heart
poorly guided fingers Reach
turning stones in their wake
freeing half-formed ideas
wading through
pools of inhibitions and
Fear and --
then
there is a Sunset
cheek-to-cheek with Missouri hills in the distance, tickling wildflowers with
bated breath
as you
Approach
Jul 5, 2017
Jul 5, 2017 at 9:43 PM UTC
there is all this tissue before
The Heart
poorly guided fingers Reach
turning stones in their wake
freeing half-formed ideas
wading through
pools of inhibitions and
Fear and --
then
there is a Sunset
cheek-to-cheek with Missouri hills in the distance, tickling wildflowers with
bated breath
as you
Approach
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