Chiffonesque
With something drifting and something shifting, the earth still held the sky.
Sunday, August 28, 2016
309, 308, 307, 306, 305, 304
Sometimes this existence feels like something you won in a custody battle.
It feels like a broken, fraught, tense piece from an emtional war.
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