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Jan 2021
the sun
yes, the sun
in its fertile golden glow
slipping between doorways
and the lace curtains,
to kiss your bare feet,
brush the heat of your tears
and collect the memory of you
in its sun-drift way

PorcelainTears [Anna-Maria]
December 5, 2020
PorcelainTears
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PorcelainTears  100/F/soot-dark garden
(100/F/soot-dark garden)   
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   Lev Rosario
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