spring cleaning – sonnet

Posted by Author on March 16, 2012 · 3 Comments 

i’ll plant my roots inside the bones of march and sip the sunlight flowing through its veins, an apple tree will be my spinal arch, its blossoms meant to keep my thoughts in chains, beneath my eyelids, icicles of salt will melt into swift rivulets of green and i will spring myself outside my vault … Continue reading →

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