Taylor Writes: "CASUAL BOWS"

Saturday, November 30, 2013

life
a silk ribbon bow
born of delicacy
decorated with shine
and with one pull
unraveled

TRMP

20 YRS

USA

My feet are constantly trying to catch up with my heart—ink fills all the space in between.

I am this and this and this and this.

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