these two hands and
your full lips like
envelopes like
paper cranes and
the snow or grass and
the shelled-out school bus
and the blueberries pressed
between grinning fingers or Continue reading
these two hands and
your full lips like
envelopes like
paper cranes and
the snow or grass and
the shelled-out school bus
and the blueberries pressed
between grinning fingers or Continue reading
i sit by the sea and call it forth
it sends me waves and waves again
i ask for more and so they come
and sweep me out away with them
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