summer winds scattering,
soft tissue, forty pieces
torn with a ruler, smudged and marked.
tearing the words, categorising,
knowing
it is all worth it in the end.
you would be surprised.
sbm.
Jun 5, 2013
Jun 5, 2013 at 12:31 AM UTC
summer winds scattering,
soft tissue, forty pieces
torn with a ruler, smudged and marked.
tearing the words, categorising,
knowing
it is all worth it in the end.
you would be surprised.
sbm.
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