The Lady of the afternoon shades remains
caustically unembarrassed and
better on intemperate days,
blinded in summer in winter in spring
she listens to her heart shivering
pop goes the eschatological cherry...
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The Lady of the afternoon shades remains
caustically unembarrassed and
better on intemperate days,
blinded in summer in winter in spring
she listens to her heart shivering
pop goes the eschatological cherry...
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The night moon vanishes into the morning clouds. The colors blur into the spectrum. The voices recede into the distance. The way words begin vanishing inside the white page.
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