grain

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  • la 11-05-2022 13:42
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cyanotic whispers slither between heartbeats like a river ribbonning its shores among almond trees and night sways its liquid ebony hips over endless fields of thoughts – if we could stop the flow of sand how would we ever know that one perfect grain at which to break the hourglass? on my shoulder the song …

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