Where now is the adventure?
Bounded horizon
Return of the goddess as it were
Elbow deep
Terse then tightening. If you were a pound heavier I’d fit you in this bottle
If the flowers die in Winter, will you?
Insects still mate, that cold stone still breaths
Toy in hand
That Yellow Chevy that poked your bones with fat.
Bounded horizon
Return of the goddess as it were
Elbow deep
Terse then tightening. If you were a pound heavier I’d fit you in this bottle
If the flowers die in Winter, will you?
Insects still mate, that cold stone still breaths
Toy in hand
That Yellow Chevy that poked your bones with fat.
By Mathew Lee Nelson
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