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I do nothing, I feel less, words dissolve in my cup The thin places have disappeared and I’m stranded under blankets of clear sky. Hidden stars as static ...
I do nothing, I feel less, words dissolve in my cup The thin places have disappeared and I’m stranded under blankets of clear sky. Hidden stars as static ...
A lady in a pink blouse is holding herself. Her arms are crossed and wrapped tightly around her waist. Her blonde hair is uncombed and hangs past her face in to...
Fly in spring. Late spring. Fly over new planted prairie grain fields and you’ll spot your tartan crest. Fly over mountains and you’ll spy hidden la...
in the dry valley wild from autonomy parched from seclusion flayed limbs desire sinew bones long for flesh and place a kitchen with a window brown wooden chairs...