blue jays on a wire.
white clouds. Lighter horizon.
white herons. Soft winds.
Bloody thoughts.
How is it that we have decided to love in circles?
white clouds. Lighter horizon.
white herons. Soft winds.
Bloody thoughts.
How is it that we have decided to love in circles?
can't wait that long to find an end.
To this circle where
I can escape.
To this circle where
I can escape.
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