a motherfucker could use an embrace
in the mood to wake up in an old little cottage…. large warm quilts covering me and the person i love…. the windows touched by early morning frost and the world is pink and sleepy outside… i open the creaky door to see pine needles covering the ground, my garden sticky with chilly dew… im drinking hot chocolate and i have not a single worry.






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“ [ID: text seen as; ‘(JULY IS OVER AND THERE’S VERY LITTLE TRACE)’
a poem by Frank O’Hara]
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