How To Redeem Itcg Maplestory Card

the trees have started to let go
confetti explosion
I plant my gold leaf into the hair
and hope that it fades
not like the flowers of summer, which I do not dispose of.
[not yet] coffins
upright in glass.
mourning
floral memorial
at a time, spoke of the warm nights.
dances barefoot. broken glass. nudity.
which flowed past us leaving us
and freckles on the floor of the wine bottle with
last.
now first layer of wool from
I sleep in tshirts that are not my-
including transparency.

we had a summer
now I have the autumn.