ethereal.otherworldly

United States of America

soft n sapphic

dreaming of goddesses, sunflowers and italian sunshine.

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February 23, 2018

PROMPT: Intersection

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when we reach the other side of street
feet on concrete
eyes drifting

the first thing i see are the trees
and where they touch the metal
on the gates where our hands rest

you reach down
and pluck a dandelion
growing from a crack in the street
where a tree once fell

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