white sky early in the year a small dog creeps inside
Tag Archives: white
white blossom ache in the long bones of the moon
language of dead white ones. Turn the page and
the name I call you at night white blossoms
thin white skin of rain the puzzle back in the drawer
white flowers underground what mask to wear today
the pain in my back and notebook all for this little white flower
before the day unfolds its face the slow swell of white blossoms
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