Fan me with your paper wings
before, like heat, you rise.
Don’t hurry to the porch-light moon,
oh darling, shield your eyes.
–Sarah Torribio
See more epigrams by Sarah Torribio HERE
Fan me with your paper wings
before, like heat, you rise.
Don’t hurry to the porch-light moon,
oh darling, shield your eyes.
–Sarah Torribio
See more epigrams by Sarah Torribio HERE
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