trees in a
new bending
straitened
fences no
simple sobbing
a suede
sort of march made
skin return
in the place
of words
night skims
the parlour
homing for
slants a
cross the
beaming road
cane
break
saddens
poems, fireflies...
trees in a
new bending
straitened
fences no
simple sobbing
a suede
sort of march made
skin return
in the place
of words
night skims
the parlour
homing for
slants a
cross the
beaming road
cane
break
saddens
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