Jessica Tremp
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I could build us a house of cards, if you didn’t whisk past me so
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found a little path back home
Posted 24 days ago, 76 comments so far.
Art
Writing
slow cooking trust
your shoulders already know
ace-high flush
Russian roulette
dirty morning coffee goodness
just spill it over my dress
nice day for a sulk
My breath creates little ghosts in the air
and when it rains, I’ll run for cover under the oldest house with the loudest roof
She always understood where autumn went and why it came back
the rooster moans and the cleaning lady is left with ashes
You’re thin, like a shadow dried up
