eyes are the window to the soul and when the rain came your colors all ran together and the kaleidoscope headlights of oncoming traffic became a chorus of angels through the broken glass they found you smiling
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you measure your days like a zealous architect constructing pipelines to imaginary kingdoms conveying liquid dreams to an invisible audience I felt lucky to have been caught in the spill though you scrambled to repair the pieces
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is anything as tender as a wound?
taxidermy jesus · Mon Aug 29, 2022 @ 01:32pm · 0 Comments |