Steps touch stone. Early morning
death wakes me up to get ready.
Gentle fingers. Perfect teeth.
The desert looks the same, I think,
and swallow a full cup of cement.
Steps touch stone. Early morning
death wakes me up to get ready.
Gentle fingers. Perfect teeth.
The desert looks the same, I think,
and swallow a full cup of cement.
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I was happy and high w/ yr words until the last line
I’m not sure of what you were after
I’m ignorant but enthusiastic trying to follow close behind
You write well & downturn
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