In the light of day, maybe towards the end of it, is when I love you the most. When we are tired of trying, when our bones have given way and we lie here together, letting our bodies talk. They have long conversations, exchanged in humming breathe, in intertwined...
She had wings big old things, Clunky A nuisance They hung around her They came out of nowhere And told her she could be something They brushed against her shoulders and made themselves free loaders They didn’t tell her what to do They just stayed there These...
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