a
dusty dri
z z
l
e,
d
r
o
p
l
e
t
s
precipitatedonmyskull,
pooled into memories
of a s l o ws t re a m
*and I didn't even grimace
it was sweet
like maple syrup on meat*
Jul 20, 2014
Jul 20, 2014 at 12:26 PM UTC
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