[And now it’s the sun], Simon Perchik
Untitled, London Bellman * And now it’s the sun oozing, remembers how these flowers for the first time stayed long enough to grow a fragrance though all you smell are the stones still cooling :a dark mist imbedded forever in ashes longing for rain the way a consuming wound still begins with a […]
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