Can I be afraid I was a twin and didn’t know
Its rationality is my concern rather than believability
Even with a mirror there’s no way to see your face
How everything glimmers under enough fireflies
Two men in a clearing is a city
Just weeks ago there were wildflowers forever
The breeze-blown magnolia is my favorite phase of matter
Water on the verge of boiling a close second
What a night for spiked hot chocolate
What a night for the weight of experience
What a night for Baltic salt and rare...
Published on January 26, 2017 17:49