Making Love To Their, Cameras
Waking unto the lighted tree, reaching towards her waning night
Cast a glance this moon she swings; their thousand crows his child's
Dream these barking dogs and love that brings; questions, what do they
Speak the infant crawling past an open door ? Spoon of hand quest be more
Picturesque, transfigured scenes with golden dolls, about sanctum swings....
While her world outside she weeps they cry another battle song ? Insidious banners
These fireflies which wave their truth amid smoke-stained skies; death as blood, romanticized.
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