Beneath the blue,
Between blooms: a breath.
She begins to believe
Like before,
Every wish fell out of the sky,
Star hot
Like angels,
And left her
In a golden smile moment,
It is as if true love could follow.
(Fridge poems) 11.01.2019
I am wondering how I die today What must go, And where I stay And what to lay down in the grave And death cannot contain him I must die to l...
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