It's likely you will lie
as your tongue will taste the sky.
Like it was once.
And maybe, you will bruise
as you fall right through this roof.
Like it was once.
horse feathers is the sound of summer in pennsylvania ..
that fairy tale.
.. the dark road home from the campsite. brisk, cold, biting, bitter.
tired. silent.
Take your body and clothes
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