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::  fragments  ::
 
 

tell the sea
about blue
 
 
 
 

we were someplace after.
there were none but you

 
 
 

leave together,
not fast
 
 
 
 

we manipulated

 
 
 
 
these roses
stare at the sky

as rocks do
through the thousand white mists
like a symphony voided
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

will men recall
the sweet gift eternity,
like days in bed,

or soar away from love incubate?


 
 
 
 
 
she says watch,
they take power from the languid boy