• charlieka 7w

    Read You Write

    thought the day would be wintergreen sharp and taste like your last goodbye
    clean and gravity challenging

    the leaves grew soft under the bewildered sun and lilacs began to overthink hibernation and bloom

    and your poetry showed me new light and old darkness
    barbed thorns on roses
    prickly pear kisses
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