The Fountain

julietrebourn Uncategorized December 15, 2017December 15, 2017 1 Minute

My first breath tasted of nostalgia
A dry palette upon my tongue
The water of my youth
Daring to dehydrate me

Published by julietrebourn

I feel everything. I talk too much. This is for those quiet moments. The ones only in your thoughts. View all posts by julietrebourn

Published December 15, 2017December 15, 2017

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