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For Silent Ear

I wonder what you do now at night, at the height of the very hour when heavy violet used to hit us in the eyes and drove us into the arms of one another. We were so generous with mouths … Continue reading

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In the hour of dreams

Tired in the hour of dreams when clock hands slow to hold each other and cigarette smoke unwinds blue signatures in the air Warm in the embrace of sunlight the ground begs change uproots itself from winter’s sorry smile and … Continue reading

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