the sun warms my shoulders.
through a thin white sweater.
kombucha chills in the refrigerator.
while succulent and guadalupe.
rest in the comfort of shadows.
*
the breeze blows west.
bidding me.
come.
come.
oasis.
waiting.
through a thin white sweater.
kombucha chills in the refrigerator.
while succulent and guadalupe.
rest in the comfort of shadows.
*
the breeze blows west.
bidding me.
come.
come.
oasis.
waiting.
Beautiful my dear! I've been hearing the call of the west a lot myself lately.
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