Updated: Sep 16, 2022
the sky finally melts into a bashful puddle of strawberries and liquor as the hot glob of golden liquid prepares
to slide down the horizon.
i imagine sugar grains for stars and pools of black wine for the sky. rich and strong.
i float on a still pool of milk in a stance with the stellar bodies, watching them violently collide with each other. andromeda with the...
my sleep melts into a million tiny droplets of dreams. breathe a sigh a puff of cloudy mist. what more could I want?
drunk in the fallernian harp, it makes me see things. ain't i too young, not ripe and mature enough to be picked yet. so, let me hang on...
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