“No more time to tell how, this is the season of what. Now is the time of returning with our thought. Jewels polished and gleaming.”
Artwork: Mr. Natutal by Robert Crumb
Words: Robert Hunter from "The Eleven"
"Love me the way you do now, forever." Empty white sheets and a propped pillow. Black underwear and fallen golden hair. Tomorrow i...
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