forgetting the point
the tea gets cold
as the bird dancers
turn
their feathery arms
the saddest blue
i want to rip them
off
but i can't move
as the bird dancers
turn
their feathery arms
the saddest blue
i want to rip them
off
but i can't move
posted by Tasha Klein at 2:50 AM
2 Comments:
Quickly brings to mind "when youre in" and "burning bridges" from La Valle / Obscured by Clouds.
Very nice cover art there...and very nice writing here.
Dan
thanks, Dan. hope u r well. :)
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