sunday snow,
incompleted,
i smell previous meals beneath it,
but I'm not complete,
an art that is flourished,
some words that unburden,
but forget the cost.
Oct 25, 2024
Oct 25, 2024 at 8:39 AM UTC
sunday snow,
incompleted,
i smell previous meals beneath it,
but I'm not complete,
an art that is flourished,
some words that unburden,
but forget the cost.
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