Blog: kemer 6

Last night I had a dream We were tied up wrist to wrist You were crying. I was shivering in a faintly fragrant wind I was with you all along on a shore that stretched for miles We were smothered by a desperate love held hostage on the golden isle. Come, tell your brother all there is to tell Sing from the top of the mountain and let the river flow Terrified of the rapids we were frozen on the bank Should we dive into the alluring current? Will it lead us to a [...]

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