is covered by hazy clouds.
i squint at the inky black ceiling of the world,
dig my toes into the cold, fine, white sand.
my ears don't sift any of the words,
they wash over me...
like the scent of powder and beer.
i squint at the inky black ceiling of the world,
dig my toes into the cold, fine, white sand.
my ears don't sift any of the words,
they wash over me...
like the scent of powder and beer.
*image by chi
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