jayivan

Saturday, April 16, 2016

And then the world’s undead,

a dusty piano set in motion

by a cool wind

posted by jayivan at 11:11 am

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unplucked,
yesterday’s weeds
grow flowers

posted by jayivan at 9:35 am

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Cast into the sea

Flailing for a piece of wood

To keep from sinking

posted by jayivan at 1:48 pm

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