A gentle cup in overflow finds the form of a shape so patient. Thumbs bristling inward graze on skin sprawling as a field of heather scented of earthy kin. They motion toward a door guarding a fevered tongue. Lungs fill and expel petals that mouth a song upon rolling hills of a foreign ground. From […]
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Goat’s Milk
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