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toffeesmile

Published: Jan 14, 2015

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you wandered continents carved
in wood, ornate
and oceans of silver, to be crossed quickly.
you carry
coins of future to my hands.
i can only kiss
them, bury them
beneath my fingers;
keeping this safe.

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fadedworlds

Jan 14, 2015

Lovely.

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