I lay with my heart to the ground
and realized that
the same thing that pulls your lips to mine
is what pulls the sun’s rays to the earth
it’s something wanting to be born;
grass, utopia,
this moment.
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Author:
Vicecream (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 2nd, 2024 17:03
- Category: Nature
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