A Cargo of Green Hearts
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you should have taken the piggy back ride
there in the downtown in plain idiotic view but you were sadly too old you said all the lines of your face gone straight the curve beaten right out of them by clocks but what he will remember most strongly how kissing or lovemaking all the circles ran mad through your cheeks like escaped roans who busted their stables to meet the sunrise at the top of the hill. the redness. the way freedom lifts us from the bones of our knees so beautiful the way your face made its escape even with your eyes shut. Comments are closed.
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