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Nov. 9th, 2011 01:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jhameiaA still
windmill
hurts hearts:
the empty
air there
echoes
silence for
an age.
The death
of day's breath
lays sullen
in the bricks
and I catch
kisses there.
windmill
hurts hearts:
the empty
air there
echoes
silence for
an age.
The death
of day's breath
lays sullen
in the bricks
and I catch
kisses there.