Photo by Photo Boards on Unsplash
love is not love, because you say.
love is flaked paint on the hallway floor
soft snow melting in dirt
the touch of hands worn by the earth
on skin late at night
love is you tracing my outline
and filling in the spaces with time
it is endless and smells of salt and grass.
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Molly Stahl
illustrator, nature lover, really good at sleeping.
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