days are full of tulip lipping, like easy slipping of the
fingers through theory strands, soft-soiled land
dip yourself in
nights are littlesilver
slivers of one another, getting smaller and then larger
and then smaller again
Feb 12, 2014
Feb 12, 2014 at 2:47 PM UTC
days are full of tulip lipping, like easy slipping of the
fingers through theory strands, soft-soiled land
dip yourself in
nights are littlesilver
slivers of one another, getting smaller and then larger
and then smaller again
I feel like this should be longer.
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