we linger between the blanket folds.
between the brush of hands,
nothing is said,
but a language is born.
06.24.20#writing
— aristhought 🏳️🌈🌸 (@aristhought) June 24, 2020
we linger between the blanket folds.
between the brush of hands,
nothing is said,
but a language is born.
06.24.20#writing
— aristhought 🏳️🌈🌸 (@aristhought) June 24, 2020