are less like temples
and more like biographies
they carry all the
broken hearts, false hopes and cobwebs
neatly mapped in your veins and tendons,
a whole history
tucked away in the spaces in between
your ribs and collarbones.
twenty-six. five-three. microbrews, moonlight, & mountains. pie, plaid, & puddles. whisky, wilderness, & words.
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