©2017 by Nowhere.Ink

A collection by Amanda Cary

February 23, 2018

My cerulean falling/To faded rose skies/We've painted, pulled/Tongue tip, brushed/As you sift/The heavens/Through your lips/It's you -/You are the horizon/For me, an illusion

February 9, 2018

When we found our place We were cracked and crested Fallen into days that did not exist Beyond clueless obligations shifting

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