I was nervous and there was a garden
We are never more than our longing for a past life.
I am moved
again
by one
disappearance.
Angels
every night
take a shape
from a dream.
A mother’s, a father’s.
Smoke yourself small.
We are never more than our longing for a past life.
I am moved
again
by one
disappearance.
Angels
every night
take a shape
from a dream.
A mother’s, a father’s.
Smoke yourself small.
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