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 out of the green, cool fronds of fondness
a familiar smell you are to me with my head buried in your chest to shelter from the sun i breathe suck up the essence of you a spider teeters on the edge of a blade of grasswith your ear to the ground, do you see? the wind will blow you back to me when tomorrow i miss you and the sun has set on our place in the garden ~lennimk~© 2011 Lenni Morkel-Kingsbury |
