Glass caught in sunlight laughter,
Breeze tickled lashes,
As lips melt together,
Past and future sending morse code over the mirage.
Watch as the gold trickles down,
Seeping into our pours, filling them.
Leave it there to harden, so later we can pull it off and examine the landscapes of our own facias.
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 9:18 AM UTC
Glass caught in sunlight laughter,
Breeze tickled lashes,
As lips melt together,
Past and future sending morse code over the mirage.
Watch as the gold trickles down,
Seeping into our pours, filling them.
Leave it there to harden, so later we can pull it off and examine the landscapes of our own facias.
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