Friday, December 20, 2019

ineffable

It's so much easier to write of melancholies and longings, but one would be remiss not to labor in describing the engulfing delight of your laughter, the soft pudginess of your feet, and the sweetly curling tendrils at your neck.
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dull mauve by john ashbery

Twenty miles away, in the colder water of the Atlantic, you gaze longingly toward the coast. Didn't you once love someone there? Yes, bu...

  • dull mauve by john ashbery
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