Hands pale with language, reveal my wonder, whisper freeform fate. This heart is growing fonder, of
Hands pale with language, reveal my wonder, whisper freeform fate. This heart is growing fonder, of the sequences they grace. I reckon these shortcomings, are tallied equally to elate. / 2016 / #poetry #photography (at Spruce Hill, Philadelphia) -- source link
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