Alphabet Soup Minuscule

J.C. Scheff

Epigraphs of Me


Lay here, next to me.

Fall in love with the way the sun,

Scratches my face through the shades.

Study my epigraphies, learn me.

Learn this language I speak, and

Become versed in the way,

My lips fold gently around yours.

Then tip off as we crumble.





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