crepe paper wings blowing on the wind
the structure remains as if on its last hinge
yet she flies as effortlessly as we are breathing
two lives entiwined but both receeding
hole punched her lover meets her
they circle upward the heavens greet her
they flitter as if bound by a thread of mistic proportions
what lies between them is more vast than oceans
R.
the structure remains as if on its last hinge
yet she flies as effortlessly as we are breathing
two lives entiwined but both receeding
hole punched her lover meets her
they circle upward the heavens greet her
they flitter as if bound by a thread of mistic proportions
what lies between them is more vast than oceans
R.
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