Stethoscopes come and
Stethoscopes go
But you were special
Somehow
Plum coloured stem
Rainbow diaphragm
I misplaced you
A few hours into this deep indigo night
Lost
In this forest plot
I believe there was a sunset
That I missed a few hours ago
Tied up deciphering muffled murmurs
With a yellow plastic stethoscope
Like a boomerang
Out of the blue you found your way back
Like a Chinese New Year
Angbao
They say
It’s not about the stethoscope, it’s about
What’s between the years
But I
Beg to differ
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an old one. but one of my faves. haha
4 comments:
i enjoyed this a lot!
(this is ada adhiyatma, i somehow managed to revoke my own permissions to post on this blog while trying to rectify the fact that my dead name is all over it for some reason),
can you please send an author invite to forks.andhope@gmail.com
would be pleased to verify any identity stuff
<3
omg hi! havent checked this blog for yearsss hahaha yes will do that
okay sadly i think i am not the main admin so i cannot send the author invite lol. could it be derrick?
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