Let’s watch the moon rise you and I in skies we share quite a distance apart, see light colored art paint subconscious parts while continually and slowly endearing your skin pulling in your scent so I can dram about it later in places where tall grass blows, willows flow by secluded bungalows and the sound of love jazz being blessed into verse through notes and frequency come take this rhythm of my tongue fold it neatly then return it to sender with amour with…amour with all of you, armor.
Watching Reflections

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