Shingle shook,
these bookish handles
cove your head in herringbone,
It's sewn into
our standard-issue,
dangled under spinnaker
Here,
you and I
will come to terms
the terms of our endearment
a curvature of earthliness,
in miniature exemplified
the surfeit of our inadvertent
vertebrae declined
toward
the wave
Aug 27, 2021
Aug 27, 2021 at 12:46 AM UTC
Shingle shook,
these bookish handles
cove your head in herringbone,
It's sewn into
our standard-issue,
dangled under spinnaker
Here,
you and I
will come to terms
the terms of our endearment
a curvature of earthliness,
in miniature exemplified
the surfeit of our inadvertent
vertebrae declined
toward
the wave
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