The.Revival.07
Poem #3
I gather up
each sound
you left behind
and stretch them
on our bed.
>>>each nite
I breathe you
and become high.
>>>Sonia Sanchez<<<
I gather up
each sound
you left behind
and stretch them
on our bed.
>>>each nite
I breathe you
and become high.
>>>Sonia Sanchez<<<
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