A Half Strangled Crow Of Desire
Monday, March 2, 2020
3-2-20
Head full of static, nonsense dreams, the anxiety of every day things neglected. A single bird, the morning's first soft light, go back to sleep for another hour. I saw the length of your naked back and ran my fingertips slowly down, wishing.
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