smoke & mirrors (vulpinegrrrl) wrote,
smoke & mirrors
vulpinegrrrl

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hot grapes from a brown paper bag

i've dreamt those words for years. nothing changed in what i imagined to be and what i felt on my tongue that first day of autumn.

waking and dreaming, me oh my.

i've gotten in touch with my father.

oh, what to do, what to do?
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