my sun is a cutout of yellow paper, stars too small in their wrinkled sky. im existing in a universe crumpled and
left to dry– no wonder i’ve got crooked seams. cheap thread and cheaper whiskey will sew up sutures just as well, though, and
the scars last twice as long.
Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 11:13 PM UTC
my sun is a cutout of yellow paper, stars too small in their wrinkled sky. im existing in a universe crumpled and
left to dry– no wonder i’ve got crooked seams. cheap thread and cheaper whiskey will sew up sutures just as well, though, and
the scars last twice as long.
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