A Cargo of Green Hearts
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winter yes I vividly feel the august saturated peach so uncontrollable the juice that deserted my mouth sweetening my softening chin your hand piloting my hand to the corner of your own mouth so like the corner of a lost map horizons disappeared beyond blankets knotted like kelp in a slow sea and behold even now I recall the moistness of fog of surf of light how deftly the nighthawks nodded one-eyed and waiting for the hallow night we too slept into the night we too burrowed into the sweetness same as a peach oh Durga the sweetness so deep so august sank so deep into the earth and became long so long as long as this memory. Comments are closed.
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