© Marie Marshall
ohhh this is awesome!
The shock comes later.
my favorite of the day (so far) – feels like being in a Mayan hammock by the ocean
All Mayan hammocks were detached from the convenient trees last year.
I perceive that you are methodically working your way up to Fragment 451, the temperature at which the poet burns…
Already singed round the edges.
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