A Cargo of Green Hearts
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and tomorrow
maybe I will wake sideways in my bed and maybe leave the house sideways and move sideways off the map to a somewhere else all this time I have only seen from the corner of an eye but for this madness I would believe it were true a whole new map there at the end of the world with strange light always sunset or sunrise and if I close my eyes I can still pretend you are leaving or better yet you are arriving and like I, think this strange place on the edge of everything is best where the love we have lost and the love arriving are equal, precarious precious and short as life. Comments are closed.
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