No one to
before
anymore
To think
more than
to do with
The width
of the sun
as remebered
in a memory
-thin as a
road- it
rose in
rows of
somelight
Before us
-around me-
to you, to
no one
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 1:21 AM UTC
No one to
before
anymore
To think
more than
to do with
The width
of the sun
as remebered
in a memory
-thin as a
road- it
rose in
rows of
somelight
Before us
-around me-
to you, to
no one
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