thistle and black sunflower seeds
sun shooting up through my body
into a place of iced light
taste of pressed apples -
clear, golden blood
in that moment
I remember everything
Forgotten Past
©crisstiena
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thistle and black sunflower seeds sun shooting up through my body into a place of iced light
taste of pressed apples - clear, golden blood
in that moment I remember everything
Forgotten Past ©crisstiena
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