Live like an island, full of you everywhere, that surrounds me, present or distant, with a first light tremor, unpolished, without an afternoon edge, or garden shadow. And angels in mirrors guarding your gaze to become truths and starry nigh
Live like an island, full of you everywhere, that surrounds me, present or distant, with a first light tremor, unpolished, without an afternoon edge, or garden shadow. And angels in mirrors guarding your gaze to become truths and starry nights.
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