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| don't aim for my ears. don't aim for my ears. don't. I don't want to hear. but with your call heard above the willow, I visualize flowing, straw so smooth, lace a tender chin, frame rose jowls jutting beneath that bay of blue. don't aim for my eyes. don't aim your eyes at mine. don't. I don't want to know that you could really see me now, after all these years, like this, alone and wishing... flow, straw so tender in willow aims at me, some isle of a man who cannot run, could not visualize your arms open to rigid oak, a dense wood, that could shadow your form if the sun had hit us just right. I don't want to hear hello. I didn't want to see you go, flow fading into night, alight in dreams beneath a moon's glow a fog-head still clearly envisions. no aim. no aim. no flow. why must the moon still glow? 4.9.22 |
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