Whispers Wash My Name

Watchingfrom inside myhearth as someone, bled the cloudsglassy are the sleekest beadsas sun creaks through the Aged treesthey bounce to ground, in liquid foldsas whispers - wash my nameI'm layered somewhere in betweenimmersed.. in window-rain
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Published on May 28, 2019 10:25
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