Forgive yourself the path your hands wandered into the crescent hours, every stranger's throat a possible landing. Forgive yourself the cross you nailed onto the wall, then took down after too much staring. Forgive yourself the string of eighteen… Read on blog or Reader Eunoia Review Read on blog or Reader Age of Ascent perfectsublimemasters June 16 Forgive yourself the path your hands wandered into the crescent hours, every stranger's throat a possible landing. Forgive yourself the cross you nailed onto the wall, then took down after too much staring. Forgive yourself the string of eighteen karat gold pinched around your neck, pulled from bruised land. Forgive yourself the bottle of moon […] Continue reading Comment Like You can also reply to this email to leave a comment.

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