Standing on the edge of water, scanning the horizon, I watch the wind play.Distant directions, thin and bleak,Almost silent, dimly lit.Time goes faster that way. Home felt kind of stupid, ghosts walking in her bathrobe,She has long curly black hair.Low voices of murmur, subtle blood mornings, eternity lies over everything that’s bare. It feels as …
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