poetry falcon's Post
sky don't hurt where parts join ecstasy and my purpose is crunched across light to find you a pine standing way up north emanating lakes of herons in empty love and grandfather morning kissed to a bed of drowning dream rhymes about what should a shitwhow be watchin' when real beauty is going through leaks in the tough joy and manufactured irritation is a carpool to general repulsion coming true nowhere because stunts are stunts in high heels
By: via poetry falcon
By: via poetry falcon
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