Antillie children of sound
as no longer under pressure.
Nods her memorial emotions
Free Lightness. For freedom this sun quilts you
"here for eternity and gone from a mercentry"
For these either knit or hide or both.
a quality mystery after coffee and citrine.
My hobbies help passing shadows
Interfere into my hont, jill my nerve
Space were forgiving
she reads as she moans as she tears as she cries
music for the mastiffs and tears for feathered bones.
Beyond, behind dawn begins to daylight
She smelts her shoreside nest
ten thousand mountains
Fascination, and I attain her balast
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