Wednesday, May 17, 2017





départ

pawed away from the cl
iff your short shore n
ested in a smoke churned
the air embroiled the b
ridge past burning roof my
leg lept off, your storm it's
a luggage current's w
atch your step's aaa
nger page far below where

the rocks teethe up from the waves

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