

Melancholic RechargeSitting on the cool breezed sandlot to let every stand of hair go every which way, tangling to careless knots Smooth hum of rushing blood beneath calm flesh in green-- purple-- blue veins The sun an understood presence amidst lazy clouds drifting, strolling "We have come to melan--" A push, grab. Shake me no more from a plane above this world. But what done is done and by bit endurance slips to return to a former state. Strain the brain to grasp but already too late. I suppose I'll join you soon. It could last to last to only end to bleMelancholic Recharge
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Lara Jade.
larajadephotography@gmail.com
l a r a j a d e . c o . uk
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