perfectsublimemasters posted: "Tomatoes breathe a spicy green, like grass burning— the fruit's ripe cry sings through our afternoons— This is the time for us Time's corridor, a hushed coffin. You walk seventeen years ahead, toward the waiting door, closed yet candid as a swo" Read on blog or Reader Eunoia Review Read on blog or Reader The Time for Us perfectsublimemasters March 1 Tomatoes breathe a spicy green, like grass burning— the fruit's ripe cry sings through our afternoons— This is the time for us Time's corridor, a hushed coffin. You walk seventeen years ahead, toward the waiting door, closed yet candid as a sword. Today you soak and soften red dirt sculpting bricks for our patio. They […] Read more of this post Comment Like You can also reply to this email to leave a comment.

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