If my craft is uneven
I can blame the water
For these small rehearsals
at faintly unfamiliar doors
_
I can blame the water
For these small rehearsals
at faintly unfamiliar doors
_
anticipatory story
my mother is old, my father older the hopes in my heart older too I will them to come back daily the way every day shows the way every day ...
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