01-29-2015, 11:21 PM
Once we climbed through what came
between us, we were granted our shine
Pillows smell almost abstract, our lightness
a Klee that never changes, even
thirty-five years after the paint has dried
between us, we were granted our shine
Pillows smell almost abstract, our lightness
a Klee that never changes, even
thirty-five years after the paint has dried