writing Harvest (Sur les champs)
private texts exposed pt 1
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I feel like I'm afloat In a craft ejected from the mother ship Under the pressure from the orbital form Afloat and alight Burning across the sea that I traverse Soul kissing rock and hearth Ashes and wax
the statue of the virgin
she moves when I walk past
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