Greece in muted pink.
Flooded in Haiku and rubble.
The painstakingly, shin.
Filled in ghosts and napkins for yours.
When it rains.
Flowing blanketed surprise, the fiends.
Never.
Over and against certain other pains.
Because it rains.
Garrett Johnson.
Aug 29, 2021
Aug 29, 2021 at 7:29 PM UTC
Greece in muted pink.
Flooded in Haiku and rubble.
The painstakingly, shin.
Filled in ghosts and napkins for yours.
When it rains.
Flowing blanketed surprise, the fiends.
Never.
Over and against certain other pains.
Because it rains.
Garrett Johnson.
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