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by the river where we shared
so many kisses, the first april
moon still tucks
white handkerchiefs
into the fists of our forest –
a remembrance of winter’s
last surrender
.
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by the river where we shared
so many kisses, the first april
moon still tucks
white handkerchiefs
into the fists of our forest –
a remembrance of winter’s
last surrender
.
20080329:2306
y