The apricot tree has blossomed
and yet I am shifty, like water pulling against itself
bring me home some dried branches, and love me
until the milk and sugar are gone,
until the bed is empty and white.
top photo and poetry by Lara, other photos by nic*nilla
until the bed is empty and white.
top photo and poetry by Lara, other photos by nic*nilla
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i saw those blossoms in California... they are so pretty!
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