20 Dec

the land lay cold in her wedding gown so all the people try and undress her with plow and shovel.
the holes in my mouth where my wisdom once was need more attention than i do.
you don’t appreciate things until you’ve lost them. i’m talking big things. like solid foods.
flying flurries float freely and fastly toward the fallow fitted forlorn ground.

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