wafers

July 1, 2010

The dust is settled on her like a fine layer of exhaustion, creases and folds filled to the brim with crusted mucus from the eyes disguised as sleep sand.
this is no day at the beach, we all have these ridiculous umbrellas and I’m swimming in lies like a.
my gossamer wings are something from a past life I never had.

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