f r i e n d t o m w r i g h t
I don’t know how to write but I would like to say beautiful things and I don’t know how. As sunlight on a fix enchanted by curtain holes in a worn out villa, I am a coyote roaming in an hourglass called world - you are the sand. I desire dust Let my transience not disturb you- It has left you behind to ponder By this gate art thou measured.
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