Lemon
Like lemons,
Drifting places,
Once done.
A swift breeze,
Fall in,
The last leaf.
Having blood,
Holds us open,
To painting walls.
Like lemons,
Drifting places,
Once done.
A swift breeze,
Fall in,
The last leaf.
Having blood,
Holds us open,
To painting walls.
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