skeletalstruts
“Where does music go when it’s not playing?—she asked herself. And disarmed she would answer: May they make a harp out of my nerves when I die.”
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February 07, 2019
skeletal struts in poetry
oh how i wish it could be spring for just today, then i would go to the gardens and smell all the flowers and sit in the geodesic dome staring at the artificial waterfall and perhaps id buy a sco...
