THE shouldest wind my never dream
I should
held //–ME. I might then should
did Dream Cold coal :: coals. this Time
hammered now into a brilliant thunderous
of what’if’s that stun time
–where all flesh becomes amazed ages
welcome to life.
The elder generation adores you
that we once are you Once. And now.
(A whispered mystery)?
So Open up the window and let some
air into your room
while ghosts parade your heart.

:: ~~ ::

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