another one – why not keep ’em together?
I, for Instants, You
Where is the ode to distance?
How it tendrils to desire?
Oh yellow light expanding,
clear from here to there,
beyond mountains.
And both are in it.
There’s the rub.
another one – why not keep ’em together?
I, for Instants, You
Where is the ode to distance?
How it tendrils to desire?
Oh yellow light expanding,
clear from here to there,
beyond mountains.
And both are in it.
There’s the rub.
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