A Cargo of Green Hearts
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wake me up; the ice has gone
out on the river while I slept like a crooked board the long nights transmigrated and now the birds stitch clouds with thunder. I dreamed of you when I was a child how you came through my window dripping with feathers and maple keys there were sticks in your hair and you were as muddy as a dirt road in April had a vocabulary without consonants you left me a letter that I am only opening now sometimes it take us that long to remember we are only truly alone when we are without imagination. Comments are closed.
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