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the change of seasons within us.

the change of seasons within us.

our last days of winter were spent inhaling poetry, high on smoke and spice and a whole lot of s o u l, our lungs like hidden chambers filled with a breath of ashes, our hearts like hollow canyons filled with the echoes of prose we took a drag of every line and purged...
let me remind you.

let me remind you.

my heart is made for warming my words are meant for screaming my mind is an autumn sun, and my soul is a winter moon you said i am a spell waiting to be conjured you move within my madness, fingers lingering between my meanings i ask you to pick your poison, and you...