"...The sky/ never fills with any/ leftover flying." -Li-Young Lee, from Praise Them
May you always have stables of horses to service your needs.
My pathological scar desires to cite poetry through the ruddied girth of your soul!
Oh, merci! And to you both: tensile congratulations on your conceptual development of obliterative existence!
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May you always have stables of horses to service your needs.
My pathological scar desires to cite poetry through the ruddied girth of your soul!
Oh, merci! And to you both: tensile congratulations on your conceptual development of obliterative existence!
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