I see in your flyby
stagnant structures of my brain change
crack the suspect.
I see the profile of the Fairy Silver
and hard stone. I
, forged by the privilege, to share cautious
slow down until I regained
heart and your real sharpness. When the weather blows
never quite ready, despite the
obsessive desire to hear the roar.
Every day I wonder
must come to be over yesterday.
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