Month: April 2020
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Hiding in a Crowded Wardrobe
Somewhere drips the sweat of yesterday, where skin came together and ripped us from ourselves. Somewhere I am kissing the proverbial, and you’re absorbed in your own sense of tomorrow. Split screens, screens split, screens split us as blossom glues itself to green embers on garden posts and red pillar boxes. Foam, formly moistness, rich […]