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clover and chaos.

clover and chaos.

wild whispers tumble through the honeysuckle vines, celtic zen legends imparting magic into the land where we crush green clovers beneath our feet we are madness and chaos and luck and joy, lips of absinthe spilling blessings in poetry -ashley...
beauty in the daylight.

beauty in the daylight.

bewildered and bewitched, we unravel the night, stitching it back together with threads of light from the wings of aphrodite as she rises, a shining beacon of beauty moving in the company of flowers, scarlet camellias and purple orchids and burgundy bougainvillea we...
the change of seasons within us.

the change of seasons within us.

our last days of winter were spent inhaling poetry, high on smoke and spice and a whole lot of s o u l, our lungs like hidden chambers filled with a breath of ashes, our hearts like hollow canyons filled with the echoes of prose we took a drag of every line and purged...