the grey day
Beloved,
you and I at the cliffs,
holding hands over
a fervent sea.
You and I, autumnal rift,
pocketed by rocks,
swapping a storm
between our teeth.
Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 5:44 PM UTC
the grey day
Beloved,
you and I at the cliffs,
holding hands over
a fervent sea.
You and I, autumnal rift,
pocketed by rocks,
swapping a storm
between our teeth.
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