For Soul and Self
softness of sheets caressing, they envelop movement into the form given
I make a mane of auburn with the
tender
flesh of bountiful fruits and the offerings of steed and stump
BARE am I. to look at, to enjoy.
Breath in the gray cool and static
It is a skill, and a pleasure to be in this beginning
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