Costilla del Zephyr
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knack to knot. in blue fractions.
I think it may be leaking; felled, spiral towards the well. I’m looking into leaving. My shell. Behind. It’s going out of season. Sew now I’m all the bearer, light tug string, you kite, the faire...
cyxpanse in blue fractions.
shimmy crooked fingers from the base of the limb slow and subtle movin’ like it could be the wind any wringin’ of hands don’t show a lack of intent too much of it built up torn down fence
The Long Way Around. in The Longjaw Lyre
Cuttin’ human ties and affections has always been a hard go for me. Hard to pull the knot tight enough to stay in the first place, enough impression my palm can grip the rope. At times I feel pul...