“passion that declines …”
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Forlorn echoes
of the wind…
What do you do?
When you are…
In the orbit
To touch you…
The walk
He looked up, startled…
The act of decompressing
the poison that masquerades…
In case you forgot – words for my cousins.
The sun shines…
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