we fell by the wayside,
in paradise.
dangling dazzling, sparkling things.
letting our sighs intertwine,
pocked and dotted in the sunrise.
and we can melt for a while,
you know.
we can be flesh and blood,
some other time.
gold coast. in moving and feeling.
- April 16, 2018, 7:48 p.m.
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