Pickled summer
I pickled summer saving shimmered trance breeze of melt and green. I added moss rose musk our solstice dance, and heartbeat skips of moonstone lull. The jar (now twisted shut) […]
I pickled summer saving shimmered trance breeze of melt and green. I added moss rose musk our solstice dance, and heartbeat skips of moonstone lull. The jar (now twisted shut) […]
We dance ourselves in greed around these golden malls. We worship clothes, designer brands expenses call. We dance ourselves in greed around this burdened soil We claim democracy was bought […]
Against the black winged sky, a sultry sun plays peek a boo with winds — the tempest temptress. You… You pull me closer, closer, to the precipice. But yet a […]
Your nape is bent, with gentle weight of snow, the strands of hair reflecting light; as gold your eyes are tinsel under mistletoe. This night I shiver, bent in night […]
moment of their death whirling with the wind the leaving leaves entangled in your hair telling you au revoir Linked to Carpe Diem — January 12, 2014
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