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Feathers
Feathers
So small a thing, this
simple wish for you, my dear:
that my love lifts you.
So unrelenting
a thing, this g[r]asping ego:
bringing low my love.
Such power -us two,
in our caressing embrace:
to brush away fear
with feathers.
So small a thing, this
simple wish for you, my dear:
that my love lifts you.
So unrelenting
a thing, this g[r]asping ego:
bringing low my love.
Such power -us two,
in our caressing embrace:
to brush away fear
with feathers.
Published 12th Apr 2019
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