by elo69santa cruz, California, USA
Oct 2015 775 Views 1 comments
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water on this soul for sleep
what been held and held so deep
that there in dream to keep
a few memories of here face
with the tears I did not weep
spread across the pigments in the wash
what been held and held so deep
that there in dream to keep
a few memories of here face
with the tears I did not weep
spread across the pigments in the wash
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Posted: Oct 2015
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Comments (1)
thank you for such depth of share
..."deep calls unto deep"