You are my life: there’s no divide
Hard words could cause or temper bring
I love you more than being or thing
On earth was ever loved: inside
The soil of every angry scene
A new seed sends shoots, fresh and green
Good year, 1996
You say back to me, at the window,
Fruitlessly breathing out the fag
Whose smoke blew back into the room...
The light is dying out of the sky
Sun said goodnight an hour ago
The garden’s in shadow, one lone bird goes by...
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