
The breath of lemon blossoms
Between cupped hands I hold all this of you: the bowing heads of lemon blossoms curving suspended above the wet dirt straining towards the…
Read MoreBetween cupped hands I hold all this of you: the bowing heads of lemon blossoms curving suspended above the wet dirt straining towards the…
Read MoreLast night I was gifted confetti to throw as I sprawled on a sticky floor with glitter scruffed against my skin. They will not…
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