TEXT
Play your
solo over the vessels
of my heart.
the notes vibrate in the puddles
of raindrops of
yesterday.
for years I’ve been
a barren wasteland,
but you’ve decided to drizzle
once more.
though, when you part
[as you must] time will evaporate
our love
to but a few words of
poesy.
PHOTO
Congrats to our 1st Prize Winner in the Annual PWWTKT Howl-O-Ween Contest
Felix from Anson in Beaver Creek, CO
PHOTO
Here’s an old pic of me
lmfao.
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