'm heir of the rain
lizards.
was born in the wind are crying silver
between cobbled hills. My voice falsetto
dreams embroidered baroque guitar neck and feet. Top stitch
I rocked the cold nights that opened in rabbits
Honey water flower field
nostalgia of a pastor and red edges painted octosyllabic
speaking of sun-tanned hands
Atlantis mine dust and anonymous.
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