Eusebeia Philos
Other worlds exist beneath the surface of my assumptions.
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Wednesday, October 23, 2013
Fruit
Meet me in
the old grove
beneath the
untended fruit,
where the sun leaves
its last touch,
and we'll fill
ourselves
of sweet flesh
in warm grass.
©Eusebeia Philos 2013
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