So cool on the bare chest
June afternoon, cow calls…
hands, arm’s length, and then head under the soft blue..
Everything, forever near, real, forever
Come in its fine
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So cool on the bare chest
June afternoon, cow calls…
hands, arm’s length, and then head under the soft blue..
Everything, forever near, real, forever
Come in its fine
Posted in Writings | Leave a Comment »