cobwebs
creaking doors
peeling paint
a floor with stains of time-
~the topography of years
falling leaves
faint remembrances
not enough of a day
languid evenings
~the topography of autumn
length of my arms
your hands measuring them
you leaving
~the topography of an end
…
Dee is from lahore. loves old trees, words and surreal nights~
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