the sky finally melts into a bashful puddle of strawberries and liquor as the hot glob of golden liquid prepares
to slide down the horizon.
i imagine sugar grains for stars and pools of black wine for the sky. rich and strong.
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biscuit basket.
Poetrybiscuit basket. is a meadow upon the one thousand and twenty three days of summer. pick up your baskets and let's go find some fruits for lunch. enjoy your summer here. [lowercase intended] 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱: 25 April 2021 𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗱: 24 July 2022 1...
