my steps are full of feet
lips wine kisses
scene
not heard
come
re shake its hand
a warm hand cupped
wet
with morning in it
follow me
down a wisty twindey road
simple logic
and little clicks
moan birds sing
all day
watch the hot wave cur
l and break red calm
as
indian summer
i am in love with high
not-seeing places
out of me unworthy
and unknown these
be
you must (touch me) stop
not the old melodious lay
ers from song-dreams for
ever gone
the hand that wave
rs, don't go back
don't
that year
your beautiful hair
now that I have coo
led to you
(per
haps)
if
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