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Baybayon
Southwesterly winds at night. Sputtering, distant.
The sound of rocks splitting. Heavy, weighing.
The rains haul the sands. Surfing, breaking.
She sits in the teahouse with his love. Nervous, constant.
The sound of rocks splitting. Heavy, weighing.
The rains haul the sands. Surfing, breaking.
She sits in the teahouse with his love. Nervous, constant.
Published 18th Jun 2014
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She sits in the teahouse with his love. Nervous, constant.
Loved these lines ... Bliss is the word that comes to mind.
Loved these lines ... Bliss is the word that comes to mind.
