walls soft sticky honey
take all that paper money
fold green faces into flowers
and give me all your hours
fold green faces into flowers
and give me all your hours
swells of change
Perched at the crow's nest I welcome the brewing gale ideal conditions for a feminine travail
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In the laundry bin, making home next to my socks and underwear, I found a little tube of glossier blush, two square neon magnets, and a spec...
