Jaime GrechikaMay 4, 20191 min readA pair of Loonsout of an egg cracksthe sun, and two loons glidingthrough your heartbreak, mineI did not mean todrop my heart like a yellowyoke around your throatthe pink sky dims bluemist and our mistake, rise thendissolve in morning
out of an egg cracksthe sun, and two loons glidingthrough your heartbreak, mineI did not mean todrop my heart like a yellowyoke around your throatthe pink sky dims bluemist and our mistake, rise thendissolve in morning
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