young girl, mossy fields and endless skyscrapers
>>>> Tight sinews rocking back and forth in motion, the pound of sculpted muscle on concrete. Hazed skies dance across window panes and block out skyscrapers
(a Diamond / a fractal / not quite a geizeer)
Sound of air being pushed through tight smog, resonating the indistinguishable pump of car speakers
moth water licked with green
/ I forgot where I was for a minute
In my palm I can feel each bone as it flexes on the joint – im almost quite certain there is blood rushing through these veins
Back to the palm of your hand, where it was warmer in the dawn-light
/ Stick your shard in my eye, your beautiful garden
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