A little upbeat for you You’re the midnight dream October 14, 2020 Leave a Comment Cancel Comment Name* Email* Website
You're a cupcake. Fresh baked. In the pearl oven safe. Frosted in anticipate. But hate is the gate. Of wait made late. Shot with a camera. Shot with a bullet. Shot with the choir of fate. Shot with taste. Laid waste. With 1 cup liberate. And what is this you say? With your final breath, on your final day? As you clothe yourself in emerald states. As your children perish intestate. As your lover re-glistens to marry the next great ape. Where then, is your diamond plate? And what exactly is it, that you think you escape? If not the space in the helical zipper. Of the original D.N.A. All shape. The seed. The soil. The sun. The quake
A conversation through time, texture, sound, rhythm, colour, shape, movement, choice, touch, tune, shade, grace, light, distance, rest, and play All in scent. And alll mmmm in taste
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