filmy

Lying on shimmers of gold
The foamy tide saunters
Risen from lake’s where
Cirrus feelers of curious
Dolloped in opiate eyes
Salted until savory
We stretch out
On a towel
nation

How do I
get feath
To her

naked

So we can both fly
To see the truth
Clouds are
Cotton

Beds for only us

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