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Tag Archives: A4poems

all these things can be

they scream and push

in the rising euphoria

all these things can be

each smell each taste

we had so deeply

a water colour purpose

and hands in their own place

softly touching istant glances

you all madrigals,hurry up hurry up!

all these things can be

more beauty

more creep

 

portrait.summer.

portrait.summer.

 

 

 

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