bequeath a summer
to magi
flounced
summarily
perfect sheets
on the line
amend a recent
daylight flawed
shut
sufficient
sleep mends
unhappy creativity once
furnished with unfurnished
premises still
finished
once
a bird
flew over yards
your yard, my
mecca, our
serenity
mad
with lack
of any yearning
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