what is this?
you said
she speaks
beautifully abstruse
two-eighteen am
i go
divine surplus
always be
re-birth
sad song
out-grown
we were here
speaking of love
the thick of it all
common sense
conform my soul
i am like glass
alone
simple touch
i often
oh but
on time
oh yes
the wait
silks purfume and gold
hollow heart - (ode to bess)
fix i
it was not night
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