1Yes, I am thinking about how you smell something like rain hitting red brick in the spring; Like something good That made me want to tell you I am in love with the box you sit in with your toes out. There are parts of you outside of the box and I love them like I love the rain. I would just like to lay with you in a box while you smell like the spring. |
AuthorThese words are written by Sam. She is the author of Bloom, Poetry and Prose, and Until I Feel Like My Own Mother, enjoys sitting in the sun, eating fruits, and making people smile. Archives
May 2021
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