small poems & small plates
Paint travels through our time, making lightof its own power, jumps the cowardconstruct in me too--of course I understand, but let's nottalk about it nowoutdated science texts in their attic:accordion evenings
Paint travels through our time, making light
ReplyDeleteof its own power, jumps the coward
construct in me too--
of course I understand, but let's not
talk about it now
outdated science texts in their attic:
accordion evenings