through a cracked window gingerly, greedily lapping up outside dust as it gathers on the lips a svelte view if you sit still long enough, you can see the horizon fall away leaving you the conductor of a new proscenium Advertisements Share this:Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Google+ (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
It’s weird because I wrote a poem recently about a window. It had the same kind of vibe, too. Great work! LikeLike
It’s weird because I wrote a poem recently about a window. It had the same kind of vibe, too.
Great work!
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Thanks so much! Great minds…
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Nice write.
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Thanks!
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