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my death
be there
I will not be
fire
until noon.
:
Green was the forest drenched
with shadows
alone
frenzy
traveller.
with anticipation
blue of flowers
day
conversations
horses.
*
:
The moon darkened on Christmas eve
in illuminated churches
the hills.
of creeks
gave battle
bodies
our teeth.
South
sea creatures
:
his body emerged as a muddy pool
as mud
times
grave.
*
:
We met a great storm at sea
rocking cliffs
leaving
alike
my wounds.
the floors
meadows
the ocean
: