Via Sea Quilly

ayaladn

how hummingbirds hum

hinterlands ilks & honies

our cows on the moons

 

eat-in a green chi

nuncle say sow what all’s that

only matter fact

 

witch face broom sweep through

darkly speckl’d comets spot

whose tired red shoes

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