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Aug 2015
I'm-slow-rhythm
-Kissing-spaces
With thyme,

And we call her rosemary
because fear stole the heart
While my mind fathoms her name.

'Sometimes'

I'll call her coral
As I sleep shes sun-bound
Drying eyes.

Even though--
Merely-working
Keeping pastures and paper alive.

These visions; I must see again.
L T Winter
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L T Winter  M/United Kingdom
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