for Hanna
"stop sitting with your head pushed so hard against yourself that you turn into a mosaic of the town"
the milk's smell fills the house that's barely made out of wood
I saw your green and white dress
your streets stretched out towards the bottom of the sound
factories closed down
towers grew silk
Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 12:10 PM UTC
for Hanna
"stop sitting with your head pushed so hard against yourself that you turn into a mosaic of the town"
the milk's smell fills the house that's barely made out of wood
I saw your green and white dress
your streets stretched out towards the bottom of the sound
factories closed down
towers grew silk