hyaline in formless
- June 30, 2018, 12:17 p.m.
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- Public
a slow dance inhaling
a golden breath of sunshine
your eyes are too much for me
so many words unsaid
so little time
you are all the men I had loved
the sparkling future almost forgotten
find me in the meadow
find me in my dreams
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