Volatile, open
the mountains have hidden ghosts
before our gray eyes
How does it work?
More stories from K L and writers in Poets and other communities.
I first realized that gas bills have large eyes when I ran out of drugstore perfume. They watched me clip my fingernails and coupons neatly.
By K L4 years ago in Poets
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