weed/flower we see what we see.
Wednesday, May 06, 2015
"Everything I say stems from you."
Memories linger as we walk through the streets impregnated with the sensations of a space within the body.
In and about
Listening on the fringes of the skin.
Memories are tricky.
You think about it or maybe memory dreams you.
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