Blushing Heels—
rain comes trickling down
and space becomes a soaked
brisk-ling against the
glossy gray of the morning
earth and I wish I was it,
contemplating the valley of
your verdant apex
©2009 j.a.o.a.
and space becomes a soaked
brisk-ling against the
glossy gray of the morning
earth and I wish I was it,
contemplating the valley of
your verdant apex
©2009 j.a.o.a.
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