Since the autumn
phantom
still in the long grass
drove the birds to the sun,
I am fortunate enough
to have known not only
your fingers upon mine,
but the expelled sigh
of your last breath
Near in the room
still in the long grass
drove the birds to the sun,
I am fortunate enough
to have known not only
your fingers upon mine,
but the expelled sigh
of your last breath
Near in the room
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