Jun 2019
Alstroemeria, Southern-rooted watcher of the skies,
Angel tongues of Peru, with your ******-blushed annunciation
Or Incan-hued sacrificial fire.
So much like the moon tongues of all rivers in first frost or first harvest.
Like first love, first death is the truest form,
And blooms in scorn of all its many-mirrored rivers to come.
Angel tongues of Peru, with your ******-blushed annunciation
Or Incan-hued sacrificial fire.
So much like the moon tongues of all rivers in first frost or first harvest.
Like first love, first death is the truest form,
And blooms in scorn of all its many-mirrored rivers to come.
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