The day may never end
its intimacy with salty
kisses
As if I'm someone else
reading backwards--
breaks
_
its intimacy with salty
kisses
As if I'm someone else
reading backwards--
breaks
_
the embrace of trees
for Nance there are so few ceremonies in absence I fall asleep in this shade and know this is no mean season it is a season of faith, of f...
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