Posted on March 13, 2020March 13, 2020 archaic reading the universe like a nemonic script archaic roots blooming in her veins o how sands of time tint the glass but never the rose -just breathe- Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
layer by layer
upon
the ply
we use
to be
so sappy
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