follyA Poem by AKhaus
Here's to the folley of us fumbling through the weeds and treacherous terrain.
We go in and out of that forest of dreams with hopes twisted in our brains. Our bodies entangled and our hearts dropping to our feet. Nothing so unprepared or perfect as when our lips meet.
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Added on January 10, 2018 Last Updated on January 10, 2018 |