Memories, words. The afternoon bleeds out, your steps are amber-colored, brown in the silhouette of your body. I resist the…
I Saxophone, blues, bite, deluge, eyes the color of night. Jazz, pretexts. II Drinking lemonade in the…
I One migrates like the bison, freedom, illusion. Calm life, crisis, resistance. Sunflowers, bursts along the way.…
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