my bellow in a dyeing sun
That leafs your skin in glinting solder,
bronzen meadows and a pistil
you droop too.
like the bumblebee in
this evening of a fill...
a kite that claims my
shyne, the sun, your eyes
on my mind
or the light that's leaving
leafing left like our
sight on the inside
of our eyes. the seas of
yesterday's previous and my insides
opened on you tomorrow
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