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Feb 2018
spoke to me
each string carried me
with
mandolin
intentions
through
meadows last glimpses
we held hands
in


dandelions dreams

we're were holding hands in an
dandelions dream
her every breath
captured me
the way
her lips move
as to kiss me
her reflection soothes me
she is chocking me
here
am
i

what wheels have grown from stone
she asks me while chipping away
here
use
my
back
she take the ax

an
other
whack

find me here
she found me here
day
dreaming
my palms
on
her
breast
she makes me
repeat after her

i love you more
I love you more
i love you more

she tough i raised our voice
when we made an i capital
now my face
is
partially capitalized
by black an blue
my

how time erupts me into to passion
think on every sound she thinks
from her
violin
?















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branded glaciers GE
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branded glaciers GE
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