i feel like the sails of months past are flitting in the wind, uncontrollably, beseeching me to a destination i don’t have the courage to go to. i am overly nervous for i have dust for brains (mine does lie a corpse now) and i possess such a sorry state of mind. but my heart is cloudy-eyed and young, peering into not so much a darkness but a pristine and untouched territory from behind...
Four dreamy figures, but the one with the ice-cream made my heart flutter.– a dreamy, creamy haiku
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