thealist |
[15 Aug 2022|05:41am] |
"They couldn't think of something to say the day you burst. With all their lions, with all their might and all their thirst. They crowd your bedroom like some thoughts wearing thin against the walls, against your rules, against your skin. My bread grew down to the floor and out through the doors of your eyes, begonia skies like a sleepyhead, sleepyhead."
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