Blooms in Indigo
Every day poems from a very ordinary aspiring poet
Monday, April 10, 2017
feels like love
My throat has no sound in it
but music, that has found its way there through
a broken pipe, an old record
this feels like a surge of the ocean
a lot like love.
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