Jun 18
2 min read
Amaranthine
“& I wonder what you’re dreaming of”
Volume has been tuned so low for crickets to knock on see-through windows where your blush magnetically pulled all sorts of energies and my confused glowing lips, I didn’t want to miss a thing, not even foreign liquids upon falling asleep, falling in love, perhaps injustice took place, nature hoped for love to be practiced, but it was.
In every single breath of a sleeping angel…
