I can see his face through the glass door, c/c?
can see face through glass door,
asleep, lips loose,
hands clutch quilt,
lamp makes gold glow him.
has been kind day me
, tired.
speak me, hands,
let me see in curled whorls
comforting.
half moon eyes tender
bear. let me see lashes.
oh turns, muse has gone.
there time
had soul.
i can see face through glass door, asleep, lips loose, hands clutch quilt, lamp makes gold glow him. has been kind day me , tired. speak me, hands, let me see in curled whorls comforting. half moon eyes tender to...
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