Current (Anna Piutti Poems)
Fibers, flesh. Electricity transudes through a sigh. Sun-bordered clouds migrate from your eyes to my core: swooshing of curtains, temples ...
Fibers, flesh. Electricity transudes through a sigh. Sun-bordered clouds migrate from your eyes to my core: swooshing of curtains, temples ...
Was I thinking so loudly? A heart absorbs the absurd on a regular basis. Primordial fears and poisoned skies are ...
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