long haried form the year
you hang yourself
downside up
across the sky
writing
one dream idly sunk into a cloud
of promises
secrets with smiles stamped on
i think they are growing wings
leaping up the bitter air to reach you
infinite woman
my small reminder
you sing
in the silver mornings
when i lie
sleepless
near jumping
rock-heavy
your palms are the bright sky i look for
loves handle
pulling me,
holding me heavily down
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